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Ignoring her statement, Conor opens the bottle and pours into the amber liquid into the three glasses waiting on the table. Lifting one, he takes a small sip as he rounds the table separating us and steps behind the chair we’re sitting in. His free hand lightly snakes around my neck, sliding up my chin and tilting my face up toward his. “Everyone likes whiskeycailín dáigh,” he informs Victoria. “If you think you don’t, you just haven’t it sampled it correctly.”

He lifts the glass, filling his mouth. As he bends over me, he lightly squeezes my jaw, urging me to part my lips. He presses his to mine and lets the warm liquid dribble over them, spillinginto my mouth and down my chin. When I swallow, it burns my throat as droplets trickle down my neck. “Elena seems to enjoy my Jameson,” Conor gravelly whispers with a smirk as I stare up at him needily. “You can tell me you don’t like it after you taste it from Elena.”

His fingers slip into her perfectly styled hair, pulling her face to mine as he fills his mouth again. Leaning over, he lets the whiskey spill over his lips again, this time allowing most of it to pour onto my chin and run down to my cleavage. Vic licks up my neck, gathering some of the Jameson as it trails down my skin, her lips meeting mine as Conor’s do. All three of our tongues intertwine as they clean the whiskey from my chin, and they both take turns plunging their tongue into my mouth.

“Everything tastes good on you, sweet girl.” Victoria peppers the words down my neck. Pressing her face against my exposed cleavage, she laps up the trails of whiskey that spilled beneath my dress.

Conor hooks his fingers under the spaghetti straps of my dress, and he slides them off my shoulders. Victoria pulls the dress down my body, my breasts spilling free as it bunches around my waist. I lift my hips from her lap, allowing her to pull it completely from me. She haphazardly tosses my dress onto the table as Conor grabs another glass of whiskey. “Your sweet girl is becoming a delicious, sticky mess,” he teases, trickling the contents of the glass over my parted lips before pouring the rest onto my heaving breasts. The warm liquid cascades down my body, filling my navel and running over my thighs.

The two of them lick and suck at my breasts before Conor kneels at our feet. Licking down my stomach, he stops to suck the whiskey from my belly button before lapping at my thighs. My entire body is on fire as they both tend to me, cleaning the spicedstickiness from my skin. Conor spreads my legs wider, and a devilish smile spreads across his face.

“It appears that both my girls are going to be a mess.” He drags his tongue along Victoria’s thigh beneath me, a shiver running through me as goosebumps prickle over her skin. He pulls me from her lap and onto his. Grabbing the final glass from the table, he pushes the flowy skirt of Victoria’s dress up and drips whiskey over her thighs. He downs the remnants of the glass, roughly placing it on the table as he swipes the spiciness around my mouth with his tongue. Running my hand along Victoria’s wet thighs, I grind myself against Conor. Without pulling his lips from mine, he speaks through our kiss, “Ride my lap as you help me lick her clean.”

With Conor’s hand on my ass, helping me grind over the hardened length in his pants, we both lick along Victoria’s thighs. A chorus of moans and groans rise from all of us as we grow even hungrier for each other. “Fuck,” Conor groans into Victoria’s panty-covered pussy. “I’m going to enjoy the two of you.”

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

VICTORIA

The sun having set and darkness spilling over the city, Conor stands from the floor of the terrace with Elena wrapped around his waist. Carrying her effortlessly with one hand, he takes mine and leads the two of us further down the terrace and into the open door of his bedroom.

It’s equally well-decorated as the rest of his apartment, only darker. The walls are deep shades of gray, coordinating with the even darker furniture. The décor is brightened by the cream-colored linens on the bed, the iron sconces flanking it, and the lights of the city filtering through the floor-to-ceiling windows.

Setting Elena on the edge of the bed, he grips her panties and pulls them off. He tosses them to the floor and reaches for the hem of my dress. I stare back at him, fighting the urge to take control as he gathers the fabric into his fists. He pulls the dress over my head, dropping it on top of Elena’s panties. Slipping my fingers under the strings on my hips, I rid myself of my panties and add them to the pile of clothes.

Conor’s slightly disapproving gaze rakes over my body as he unbuttons his jeans.What is that look for?I am more thancapable of removing my own panties.When he takes off both his pants and the black boxer briefs beneath them, his eyes dart between the two of us. “The two of you are so fucking beautiful that I don’t know where to start.” His words come out gravelly, as if he’s holding back.

“With Elena,” I assert.

He closes the distance between us, pulling me flush to him so that his hard, thick length presses against my stomach. Conor dips his head and whispers, “I’ll go slowly with you.” Pressing his hand between the two of us, he dusts the back of it along my bare pussy, causing me to gasp. “Because I know I’ll have you on your knees and begging for my cock soon enough.” I open my mouth to refute his claim, but when his hand brushes against me again and his length throbs against my stomach, I suddenly find myself at a complete loss for words.

Conor leads me to the bed, positioning me behind Elena and resting her back against my chest. He quickly rolls on a condom and climbs between our spread legs to align himself with her entrance. With his eyes locked on mine, he presses his tip into her as she arches against me in pleasure. “You’re going to watch every stroke, wishing I were filling you as she writhes against you.”

He slowly inches his long, thick cock into her—her tight pussy struggling to stretch enough to accommodate him. “Tell your Madame how good I feel, baby girl,” he grits, easing into her.

“He feels so fucking good,” Elena exhales on a moan, her fingertips digging into my thighs as he quickly buries the rest of himself inside of her. “He’s so… big… I can fee… feel him… everywhere.”

Resting on his knees, he builds up to fast, deep thrusts. I do as he commanded, watching him slide in and out of my sweet girl, her body convulsing against me with every orgasm he pulls from her.And I hate how right he is. My pussy flutters with every movement, wishing he were sliding into me. Lifting my hips, I try to grind against Elena as I seek some semblance of relief.

“Does mycailín dáighwant my cock?” he taunts, slowing and climbing over us both.

“Yes,” I blurt, not even realizing the word fell from my lips until his brow arches.

“Scoot back,” he demands, without pulling himself from Elena. He slides her toward him so that her head is resting on my thigh as he continues to fuck her. He pulls my other leg over his shoulder, spreading me wide and putting me on display for him. “Look at you. Fucking dripping with need. Be a good girl and beg for it.”

I know what to say.Please fuck me… I need your cock… I want you inside me.The words are on the tip of my tongue, but I can’t bring myself to say them. He licks up my inner thigh, his tongue swiping through my pussy as he cups the back of Elena’s head and pulls her toward his mouth. “It might not be tonight, but youwillbeg for me.” His words blow over my throbbing clit.

Their tongues lick me in tandem, the two of them kissing as they eat my pussy. Conor lifts his hips and drives into Elena. The deep thrust causes her to moan against my clit, eliciting a blissful whimper of my own. Working his fingers into me, Conor mutters, “You’re going to come on our tongues, but we both know you’re going to be wishing it were my cock.”

The two of them are relentless, passing my clit between their mouths as they moan their pleasure against me. They pull a string of unrelenting orgasms from me, my whole body trembling as they continue to overstimulate me. “Please…” I cry out, half-wanting them to stop and half-needing Conor inside me.

“Fuck, baby girl,” Conor grits as Elena comes again, her guttural cries vibrating so hard I nearly fall over the edge with her. “You’re going to make me come.” Sucking my clit into his mouth and roughly curling his fingers into me, his thrusts into Elena become savage and unbridled. A feral groan rises from his lungs, ruining me a final time as he buries himself in Elena.

Conor releases my clit and slowly drags his fingers from me as I float through a euphoric bliss. He kisses Elena, and I vaguely hear him whisper something about how amazing she is before he climbs up my body. When he settles between my legs, his still semi-rigid condom-covered cock rests against my pussy. He presses his damp lips to mine, smearing my taste across them as he presses his tongue into my mouth. “Are you ready to beg yet,cailín dáigh? Because as much as I enjoy feeling you come on my tongue and around my fingers, I need to know what you feel like wrapped around my cock.”

His question goes unanswered, and he climbs from the bed as I check on my sweet girl. “I’m going to take a quick shower,” Conor calls from the en-suite, the sounds of water filtering into the room. “If the two of you are staying, you’re welcome to join me.”

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

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