Chapter 5

The sun had dipped behind the dunes by the time they piled into Max’s old hatchback, still damp with sweat and grinning like thieves. The drive to the apartment hotel was short and quiet, the air charged but easy. Dante gave directions, and Anke kept a hand resting on his thigh the entire time.

At the front desk, Max insisted on paying the balance. Dante tried to argue, but Max waved him off with a crooked grin. “You’re family now. That’s what family does.”

Dante smirked. “So you’re my dad now?”

Max chuckled. “I’d be honored. And proud.”

Anke’s eyes lit up. She leaned in close to Dante’s ear and purred, “Oh God yes ... I can be your mom. Can I? Please?”

The young man nodded and let out a shaky breath. Anke kissed his cheek before spinning toward the door, hips swaying like an invitation.

They packed Dante’s things into two bags and a backpack, and thirty minutes later they were home again. The villa glowed with warm light, crickets chirping in the garden. The air smelled like hibiscus and salt.

Anke kicked off her shoes and stripped naked as she entered the bedroom, looking over her shoulder. “One more time before we sleep, yes?”

Max and Dante exchanged a look. There was no question.

Anke lay back on the bed, her body already flushed, legs spread wide, one arm curled behind her head like a woman who knew exactly what she was worth.

Dante moved between her legs, stroking his cock slowly as he looked down at her.

Max knelt beside him, one hand on the small of Dante’s back. “Go slow. She’s sensitive now.”

Dante nodded and pressed forward, his thick cock sliding into Anke’s soaked heat. Her head fell back immediately, mouth open, chest rising in sharp bursts.

Max watched Dante’s expression change—his eyes fluttered shut, his jaw tightened, and a low moan slipped from his throat.

Max smiled.

He reached up and gently pinched Dante’s right nipple. The young man jolted slightly but didn’t pull away.

“You like that?” Max murmured, voice low and full of mischief.

Dante nodded.

Max ran his palm down over Dante’s firm chest, stroking his abs slowly, then lower. He cupped the boy’s heavy balls in one hand and gave them a light squeeze.

Anke groaned under them both, writhing.

Max leaned in, wrapped his fingers around Dante’s cock where it met Anke’s pussy, and pulled it out halfway.

Then, with a wicked grin, he said, “Give me that big, beautiful black cock of yours. Watch me hammer my wife’s clit with its wide head.”

He slapped the thick, dark shaft against Anke’s engorged clit.

The sound was wet and sharp.

Anke arched off the bed like she’d been struck by lightning.

“Fuuuck! Fuck! Shit—yes, more! Hit it again!” she screamed, voice shredding as she squirted hard, her thighs shaking, her pussy clenching and pulsing.

Max did it again.

“Holy fuck! Oh my fucking god!”

She screamed herself raw.

Dante kept moaning, his cock twitching in Max’s hand.

They paused for a few minutes. Anke lay limp on the mattress, panting, blinking slowly as the aftershocks of her orgasm pulsed through her thighs and belly.

Dante was sitting up on his knees between her legs, catching his breath. Max sat beside them, his eyes on Dante’s softening cock.

Without a word, Max reached over to the bedside table, pumped a dollop of lotion into his palm, and warmed it between his rough hands.

Max placed one hand on Dante’s firm, muscled ass, the other gently wrapping around his softening shaft.

He began to stroke.

Slow. Focused.

Deliberate.

Dante closed his eyes and let out a thick, trembling moan.

Max’s hands—broad, calloused—moved with surprising tenderness over Dante’s heavy Black cock, coaxing it back to life. His thumb circled the crown, slid down the veined shaft. His other hand kneaded the curve of Dante’s glutes with calm authority.