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“Good fucking girl,” he groans. “So fucking good.”

He guides my head up and down at the same slow speed he had me riding him. He likes it slow. I wonder why. Zach always made me go fast. He fucked me fast too. Maybe that’s why he always came so quickly. And why Enzo hasn’t yet.

He pushes my head down so far his dick hits the back of my throat, causing me to gag. He groans deeper and pushes his dick deeper. When my throat contracts around him, he pulses in my mouth. The tightening from the gag must feel good, but I’m worried about throwing up on him.

Enzo pulls my head back and I suck in a breath, but he’s pushing me down before I’m able to get a good amount of air. He does this over and over, the lack of oxygen making me dizzy.

After holding my head down for so long I think I may pass out, he lifts my head and I greedily suck in air but go right back down for more. He tsks, grasping my hair and stopping me from moving.

“That’s enough for now. Tuck it away.”

I frown. He wants me to put his dick away? Why is this the thing that has me wanting to tell him no?

“You can’t expect to only get pleasure from it, can you? You have to take care of it. Treat it with respect. The same way I’ll treat your pussy with respect. Put it back where it belongs.”

I want to tell him it belongs in me. That I don’t want him to stop, and he should let me keep going, but I already know it’ll get me nowhere. So I sit back, and though I’m unsure of how to handle his dick in a normal way, I do my best. Once I have it in my hand, I realize I don’t need to touch it, so I let it go and tug his underwear up and over it.

“Move it to the side.”

I shift it to the side—hoping it’s what he meant—button his pants, and zip them up. When I’m done, I look up at him with a smile. I did it. It’s away. Hopefully it’s comfortable.

He leans forward, grasps my chin, and stares deeply into my eyes. I expect him to thank me—manners and all. But what he says is so much better. “Now be a good girl and fuck Rafael until his cum is dripping from your tight little cunt.”

Chapter Nine

Vincenzo

I pull my gaze away from Jordan’s mesmerizing one and get Rafael’s attention. With just a look, he gets to his feet and undresses.

I’ve never intended to marry anyone. What’s the point? It’s nothing but a hassle. A partner only causes problems. They’re never happy, they expect too much, want all sorts of attention I have no interest in giving. They cheat and bring home diseases; they cause scenes, they’re expensive.

But then my father had to go and get old and decide he wasn’t leaving his legacy to just anyone. He wants heirs. And not only his three sons, but proof it will live on well after us too. He wants grandchildren. Though, I’m not entirely sure he cares about that anymore, but my loyalty to him makes me feel obligated to do so. I haven’t been the best son over this past year, and I guess this is my conscience trying to make up for it. At least, that’s what I’m going to tell myself.

I stay in the chair across from the side of the bed while Rafael gets comfortable in the center of the mattress. Once he’s settled, I gesture for Jordan to go to him. Her gaze flicks to his, and she climbs onto the bed, crawling on all fours until she’s straddling him. I can’t pull my eyes away from those gorgeous hips of hers. Wide. Curvy. Exquisite.

Rafael must appreciate them too, because they’re the first thing he goes for. He drags his hands up those hips, resting at her waist. His eyes are steady on hers, and I know in the back of my mind he’s focused on me, but that’s more a habit than anything else. He’s giving her all of his attention because he likes being rewarded for being a good boy. Rafael urges her hips back and I can envision the way his cock looks, sliding back and forth between her plump little pussy lips.

Her teeth sink into her bottom lip, grabbing hold of his wrists as he moves her back and forth. It doesn’t take long for her to move on her own, rocking her hips and enjoying his cock the way she should. The way I want her too.

Rafael groans as she moves faster, and I’m about to open my mouth to tell him to get on with it. I’m glad he’s having fun, but I want the real deal. I want him inside her. I don’t have to tell him though. It’s like he knew I was getting impatient and lifts her up to slam her onto his erection.

She throws her head back, crying out in an almost pained way, but the look on her face tells me she certainly isn’t in pain. Jordan’s hair spills down her back, the tips reaching the top of her ass. Her tits are so perky, the points of her nipples begging to be sucked. She rocks back and forth on him, and you’d never know this was her first time.

Jordan clearly knows pleasure and enjoys it. Or perhaps she enjoys it because she doesn’t know it, and this is the first time she’s experiencing it. Either way, the way her body chases it, is sexy beyond anything I’ve ever seen before. It’s like an instinct to her. Her inexperienced little body knows exactly what it wants and will do anything to get it.

Rafael thrusts his hips up, ensuring she goes slow, though I see her fighting him and wanting to fuck him fast. He knows when I’m in control, like I am now, he is to go slow so I can enjoy every moment.

“Play with her clit, Rafael.” I lean back in the chair, getting more comfortable and allowing my dick more room. The pressure from the tight slacks is nothing but a tease.

Rafael slides his hand between her legs, using his thumb to circle her clit. She bites on her lip, looking down at him as she rides him. Each second that passes, she grows more comfortable, her movements getting smoother. She’s enjoying this.

If I weren’t a seasoned voyeur, I’d have cum in my pants twice over. But I’ve learned over the years to control myself. To allow myself to enjoy what I’m watching, enjoy the feel of my dick begging to be touched, but I now know in the end, waiting is worth the finale.

There isn’t an ounce of hesitation in Jordan’s movements, not a single part of her that’s embarrassed or shy. Not now that words aren’t needed, and she can use her hot little body. She’s riding his cock, she’s loving it, and she wants me to know it.

I do love it when they put on a show.

What is she going to say when she finds out I’m going to keep her? Will she be thrilled, knowing this is what she’ll get every night? That she’ll no longer have to deal with a man who can’t please her, but instead, will have two at her every beck and call?