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Wrapping a firm arm around my waist and the other across my breasts, Conor pins me against him. His chest presses against my back as he takes a deep breath. “You might be her slut, but you’re going to be good fucking girl for me,” he whispers against the side of my face. I barely manage to gasp before he begins pounding into me from below. His girthy length repeatedly fills me, as both of us enjoy Vic pleasuring herself, as we grunt through his savage thrusts. “My good… fucking girl… needs to come…for me.”

“Fuck!” I squeal, gripping the upholstered arms of the chair as I come solely from the massive cock slamming into me.

Using his hold around my hips and chest, Conor lifts us from the chair with ease and carries me to the bed. Growling, he tosses me onto it. “I’m nowhere near done with you yet. Pet that sweet kitty, keep it purring for me.”

Turning on his heel, he extends a hand to Victoria. She rises to her feet, and he cups her face. “And like it or not, while I might be her gift tonight, I’m done withyouyet, either.” His lips crash against hers, and I’m surprised at her willingness to allow his tongue between her lips. While kissing her hard and deep, he rids her of her sheer blouse and walks her to the bed. The two of them climb on beside me before finally breaking their passionate embrace.

“Your pussy tastes fucking incredible from her lips.” Conor slides down the bed and between my thighs. “But I bet it tastes even fucking better on my tongue.” He licks the length of me, his delighted groan vibrating over my clit.

“Now you know why she’s my sweet girl,” Victoria shares before reclaiming my lips. With the taste of me still on her tongue, she plunders my mouth until Conor has her swallowing my screams as he demands another orgasm with his tongue.

Conor leaves a wet trail of kisses over my soft stomach and up my breasts, giving me a moment of reprieve from the overwhelming euphoria. Pressed against my entrance, he pins my hands above my head and slides the entirety of himself back into me. His rough hand grips my thigh, and he yanks it over his hip so he can take me even deeper than before. Lying beside me, legs splayed, Victoria watches us and rubs over her clit.

“You feel so fucking good,” Conor grunts between thrusts. The curved barbell running under the ridge of his thick head grinds against my G-spot, and I can’t stop the wave from washing over me again. “And watching you come is fucking addicting.”

Releasing my hands and slowing his thrusts, he glances over at Victoria who’s vigorously working her fingers into her pussy. With my hand to pressed against his mouth, he kisses my palm before whispering against it, “Be a good girl and help your Madame.”

CHAPTER EIGHT

VICTORIA

Conor’s gaze is locked on mine, and it burns through me as I watch the two of them.Fuck…watching him give her what she wants is so fucking hot.Yet, no matter how intensely I strum at my clit—and fuck, am I ever determined—I’m unable to bring myself to climax. He sucks Elena’s middle and index fingers into his mouth, not breaking our stare as he fucks her slowly. When he withdraws them, they’re both thoroughly coated with his saliva. “Tonight might be about Elena, but I’m still a fucking gentleman,” he insists, sliding her hand toward my needy pussy. He rubs her fingertips around my slick entrance and presses them into me, not stopping until she’s buried deep inside me. “Ladiesalwayscome first.”

His gesture defies my lone rule for him, and, at the same time, has Elena pleasuring me at her will instead of mine, challenging our dynamic. I should be furious. Fucking enraged. But Elena feels so fucking good thrusting and curling inside me that I can’t deny he knows exactly what I need. He sloppily kisses Elena’s heaving breasts and roughly palms mine, not once breaking his stare with me. He pinches my already taut nipple, rolling itbetween his fingers as his tongue swirls around Elena’s, and I can practically feel his tongue swirling around mine.

“Harder.” I slap my hand over his and force him to tighten his hold on my breast, clamoring for control and trying to deny how much I like his defiance—hisdominance.Our hands bringing me closer to the release that’s been eluding me, and I demand, “Fuck her harder.”

Conor obeys without hesitation, lifting his hips and driving into Elena hard and deep. A squealed grunt of bliss billows from her lungs as he repeated slams into her, every thrust forcing her fingers to slide into me at a rougher pace.And fuck, does it feel good.After licking my fingers, I return them to my clit and meet her fervor with my own.

“That’s it,” Conor croons to Elena when she works a third and fourth finger into me. “Stretch out her pussy as you match my thrusts, baby girl. Fill her like I’m filling you. Show her how fucking good it feels to take my cock.”

Elena fucks me with nearly her whole hand, and the pleasure builds like a grumbling warmth in the pit of my stomach. I watch Conor’s thick condom-covered length repeatedly disappear into Elena’s soaked pussy as my hips rise from the bed, needily meeting her. “You’re going to come for me,” he grits between long, fast strokes, his eyes darting between us. He slams into Elena, and she screams in pleasure, another powerful orgasm wracking her already exhausted body. Conor wraps his calloused fingers around my throat, giving a squeeze just enough to demand my attention. With his eyes fixed on mine, he swirls his tongue around my nipple and commands, “Both of you.”

As though on cue, my body follows his instruction. My back arches from the bed, and breathy, silent cries tremble over mylips. Unrelenting pleasure fires through every nerve in my body, and I come so hard that tears trickle down my cheeks. Not pulling his eyes from me, taking in every trembling moment of my euphoria, Conor’s hips sputter and a pained expression pulls at his face. He buries himself into Elena and grits, “Fuuuuck!”

“Fuck…” My fingers rub over my lips, and I’m thankful they muffle my breathy echo. Rolling onto my side, I dust my hand over Elena’s ruddy cheek. She stares back at me—fully satiated—through heavy lids, struggling to keep her gorgeous eyes open. It isn’t a problem she’s struggling with alone. While I only came once tonight, it has completely ruined me.In ways I’m not willing to think about right now.Cupping Elena’s cheek, I ask, “Was it everything you wanted, sweet girl?”

“Yes, Madame,” she struggles to answer through her grogginess. Her eyes slowly drag to Conor, who is carefully pulling his condom-covered length from her. “And more.”

“It was my honor, baby girl,” Conor insists, tossing the condom into the trash. When he returns to the bed, he places a soft, chaste kiss on Elena’s lips. Hovering against them, he whispers, “You were incredible.” He leans over her and places a similar kiss at the corner of my mouth before whispering, “As were you. But together, the two of you…neamhghnách… fucking extraordinary.”

I pull Elena into me, and her soft body nuzzles against me, her silky hair tickling my sensitive skin as Conor gathers his clothes from the floor at the foot of the bed. His gaze lingers on the two of us entwined as he leisurely redresses, covering his impeccable physique and that glorious, monstrous cock he has been blessed with. My tongue involuntarily drags over my lower lip at the thought of it, and a smug smirk pulls at the corner of his mouth as though he can read my private thoughts.

“It really was a privilege.” Conor dips his hand into the breast pocket of his jacket draped over his arm, and pulls out a glossy black-and-gold business card. He places it on the bedside table beside my clutch. “A privilege I would very much enjoy the honor of again.”

He doesn’t press his interest or linger. He knows what this was. Conor walks from the room as abruptly as we whisked him into it, leaving me alone with my love curled against me. Holding her tighter, I can’t pull my eyes from the gold-foiled card on the bedside table.

Just like I can’t pull myself from these thoughts…

CHAPTER NINE

CONOR

“So…?” Finn draws out the word, making it beyond obvious that he’s dying of curiosity.

Annoyed, I turn my attention from the road and glance toward him in the rear of the Suburban. “So? What?”

“Don’t play cute and naïve. It doesn’t suit you.” He shakes his head with a scowl, driving home his point. “You usually can’t wait to share every detail of your conquests, but it’s been days, and you haven’t so much as uttered a peep about those two gorgeous women.”

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