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Story: Climbing Everest
But he’s right. No one matters but him. Maddox. And Brixton. No one has ever mattered to me but them. Not my family. Definitely not the nameless strangers who tossed money at me while I was on stage or tipped me for the extras in the private rooms.
With his hand tangled in my hair and holding my face to the mat, he thrusts forward hard and fast, tearing a scream from my lips. It’s definitely a scream of pleasure and surprise, but he doesn’t bother stopping to check.
And…honestly, I might cry if hedidstop. Because already, another orgasm is building as he pounds into me so hard I feel his balls slapping against me.
“Mine,” he grunts out. “Fucking mine. You’re mine, Everest. This is my pussy. My body. You’re mine. My wife.” He leans over me, slowing his thrusts, and makes sure I can see him. “You can be a whore all you want, but only to me, to Madd, and to Brix. We own you.”
“And I own you,” I spit back at him, staring him dead in the eye.
He smirks. That smirk turns into a grin.
Finally, he releases the pressure on my head and pulls me up by my hair so my back is to his chest. He bands one arm around my torso, holding me tight as his hips begin to piston forward again, theslap,slap,slapof our bodies meeting filling the space around us. No way they don’t hear us upstairs.
Part of me wishes they would come down and join us. I need my men. I need my husbands. I need that connection with them I’ve missed and thought I would never feel again.
Next time. This time is for us, for Kato and me.
Maybe he isn’t laying me on a bed of rose petals, making love to me while we’re surrounded with candles.
But this moment…
This feels right. Perfect. Exactly what we need to get past whatever emotional constipation is keeping him from moving past the bullshit so we can focus on the future and how to make sure all four of us come out on the other side in one piece.
The hand wrapped around me cups one of my breasts, his fingers rolling and pinching my nipple. His free hand cups mypussy, his long middle finger sliding through my folds to put pressure on my clit, rubbing it in time with his hips.
Throwing my head back against his shoulder, I scream his name as fireworks explode behind my closed lids and my body feels as though it’s been electrified, my nerve endings all firing at once.
“Fuck. That’s right. Come on my dick. Be a good little whore for me,” he grunts as his thrusts stutter and become shorter before he shudders and his dick twitches deep inside as he fills me with his release.
When he finally pulls free, I can feel the mixture of our cum rolling down my inner thighs.
We’re both panting heavily, and I drop to rest on my haunches, leaning forward to plant my hands on the mat.
“Fuck. Keep kneeling like that and I might fuck you again.”
“I’m pretty sure you bruised my cervix. Give me at least ten minutes to recover.”
He huffs a surprised laugh before pushing to his feet and crossing the space of the home gym, returning with a folded towel. He’s so gentle as he cleans my thighs, wipes between my legs, then cleans himself.
The towel gets tossed into a corner.
“Um. You going to leave it there to get stiff?”
“Ms. Galanos will get it when she does laundry.”
My brows shoot up to my hairline. Ms. Galanos still works for Kato? I don’t know why that surprises me so much. She wouldn’t be that old. Four years later…so she has to be pushing sixty, if not in her early sixties. Not like I ever asked her age. I just remember thinking anyone over twenty-five was old back then.
“I am not leaving a cum rag for the housekeeper to pick up. You’re nasty.”
“Trust me when I say she’s found far worse over the years.”
Sadness and a twinge of jealousy turns my stomach at the thought my guys had flings over the years. Hell, Brix admitted to experimenting with men, as well. I’m sure Ms. Galanos has seen all types of debauchery in the time she’s worked for the Antoniou family.
“Yeah, well, that was before I came home.”
“You were dragged here, but thank you for at least admitting this is your home,” he says, offering me his hand and hoisting me to my feet.
Huh. I had, hadn’t I?I’d technically meant home as in hometown or home state.
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