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“I swear to God, Harrison. I will murder you,” I rasp, my eyes watery from the intense sensations he’s putting my body through.

“Come on. You know the reward is worth it.” He stands, moving closer to me as he undoes his pants.

He’s not wrong. The reason he loves to edge me so much is because I often blackout afterward from the pleasure wreaking havoc on my body.

Usually I wouldn’t mind, but we have things to do today. Hell, we shouldn’t even be fucking around right now. We have a meeting with the club in thirty minutes. This whole room is going to smell like sex.

Not that Harrison cares.

One of the first changes he made after we were married was that married members were allowed to include their old ladies in the meetings if the women chose to do so. So far, no one has, not even me. We respect that this is the men’s business, and we shouldn’t be involved.

Today is special though. I’ll be making a request of the men.

Harrison slides into my wet heat, groaning as he does.

“You always feel so tight for me. Like God made you specifically to fit me.”

“He did,” I manage to breathe out as he thrusts into me hard.

“I know he did.” His finger comes down to brush against my lips. “He made me my very own queen to worship.”

Before I can reply, he shoves his thumb into my mouth, thrusting into me even harder.

I don’t hesitate. I suck on his thumb, moaning around it as he brings me pleasure. It doesn’t take long. After being on the edge for so long, only a few well-timed thrusts send me over, screaming his name.

Spots dance in my vision as I let myself revel in the tingling feeling spreading throughout my body.

When I finally come back to the present, Harrison is there, cleaning my pussy with a wet wipe. I smile at the sight.

He started keeping them in his pocket after the last mess we made on the pool table. He didn’t like having to carry me back to the room to clean me up.

“You are gorgeous,” he whispers as he tosses the wet wipe into the trash.

Then he helps me stand on wobbly legs, pulling my dress down to cover my bare ass.

“The guys are going to know we fucked.”

He shrugs. “I’m sure we’ve all had fantasies of fucking on this table. I might even let them have their chance to do it if they settle down.”

I shake my head. “You’re terrible.”

“What? This is our church. Why wouldn’t we wanna worship our goddesses here?”

He presses a quick kiss behind my ear before taking a seat, pulling me into his lap.

“Are you sure about this? It’s forever.”

Turning in his lap, I cup his cheek. “We are forever. I’m sure.”

He tugs my jacket closer around me.

I won’t lie. The first time he gave me his property jacket, I cried. Now I have a cut and a jacket, and I wear them everywhere. I want something more permanent though.

The knock on the door pulls me from my thoughts.

“Come in,” Harrison calls out.

The men filter in. I don’t miss their knowing smirks. None of them seem upset though.

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