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“I don’t think I can!” she cries. Actual tears forming in her eyes.

“Oh, you can, and you will,” I grunt. “You will be such a good girl and come for us again, baby.”

She whimpers and whines as Rafael works her body. I keep myself on edge until she’s close. She isn’t used to allowing her body so much pleasure, but she’ll get used to it.

“You need to want it, angel. You want the pleasure, don’t you? Want my good boy to give you another orgasm?”

“Yes, yes,” she whines, her hands gripping the blanket. Her body writhes on the bed, and Raf grabs her tighter to hold her still while he laps at her.

Orgasms aren’t only a natural response. They’re mental too. If she wants another, she will have it. But she’s fighting it. We’ll work on that.

“Relax, Jordan. Give in to your body. Let Rafael make you feel good.”

She whimpers, whines, mewls. She looks almost in pain. Tortured. But it’s the best kind of torture I’ve ever seen. Her body is covered in a sheen of sweat, her skin flushed. She looks on the verge of passing out, but it’s only because another orgasm is right there.

“You ready?” I ask when I’m certain she’s just about there.

I slip beside Rafael, lift Jordan’s leg higher to give me room, and spreading her wider.

“Oh my god!” she cries out. “I’m going to—ah!”

I aim at her swollen, soaked pussy and release all over it. The orgasm is near-blinding, fucking relieving as all hell. Jordan’s body lifts from the bed as she screams her release. Rafael licks up as much of my cum as he can while insuring Jordan has another amazing orgasm, to which he succeeded by the looks and sounds of her.

I gather whatever cum he doesn’t get and bring it to her mouth. She opens without hesitation, sucking my fingers dry and humming in satisfaction the whole time.

It’s fucking beautiful.

More beautiful than she can imagine.

For the first time in my life, I think I’m looking forward to the idea of starting my own family. Because Jordan Delise is damn near perfect wife material.

Chapter Ten

Jordan

I snooze the alarm on my phone, roll over, and go back to sleep. It starts up again, and when I glance at the clock, I know I need to get up or I’m going to be late. Usually, oversleeping isn’t something I do, but it’s been three days and I’m still exhausted from my night with Enzo and Rafael. I wonder if my energy will ever come back at all.

Each tight muscle and sharp pain remind me of those men, which sends my stomach into a flutter. I ache to touch myself, and even attempted it once, but it wasn’t enough. It doesn’t help I’m still sore from being used for their pleasure for hours.

I should invest in a sex toy. Maybe that would help. I hear those rose things are good. Maybe I should get one of those.

It’s Tuesday morning, bright and early, and I need to get ready for breakfast with my father. We’ve done this every week since I was a little girl, and I can’t miss one because I had too much sex. That’s a terrible excuse.

As I head to my attached bathroom to get ready for a shower, nerves roll through me. I haven’t seen my father much since Saturday, only in passing. He hasn’t made a comment about knowing where I was, but that doesn’t mean he won’t find out. Enzo promised he wouldn’t tell, told me I did such a good job allowing him to use me all night, that he’d keep my secret.

The sad part is, I think I’d have gone along with it even if he hadn’t promised to keep it from my father. I had no idea sex could be so good.

When I got home Sunday afternoon, I slept all day since I barely slept a wink the night before. I lost count of how many times Rafael made me come—because Enzo didn’t. Not once. He only kept telling Rafael to do it while he watched. He also didn’t fuck me again after the first time, which I found both frustrating and sexy. The night was enjoyable regardless, but I definitely wanted more of Enzo. If there is any regret I have about the night, it’s not pushing for more of him. Though, I’m not sure what good it would have done. The man was in complete control, and nothing about him made it seem like he was willing to give it up.

He touched me and directed me throughout the night. He had me close my eyes and ride Rafael while pretending it was him. Even with only the short time I was on Enzo’s cock, I knew the difference between him and Rafael. Not just their dicks, but the way they touched me.

Rafael held onto me to guide me along, to fuck him and make him feel good. Enzo held me in a possessive way, wanting to show me what to do, to teach me, to watch me. He was doing it for my pleasure. So even though I told Enzo I was imagining him while riding Rafael, there’s no way I could.

Once the shower is hot, I get in and quickly wash my body and hair. When I’m done, I moisturize, blow dry and style my hair, and put on makeup. Still wrapped in my towel, I head into my closet to figure out what to wear.

I’m so happy to be back home. Grateful my father didn’t turn my room into another office or a spa. When I came back and everything was the same, it made leaving Zach much easier. I hated living by myself, and I think part of me always resented Zach for making a big deal about it. I wasn’t willing to admit it then because I was so focused on making it work.

When I found out he was cheating on me, my reaction was to break it off. But I wondered if we could fix things. Not only for us, but for my father. He’s been alone ever since my mother died when I was nine, and a son-in-law and grandbabies would give him more family. But the more I thought about it, the more being with Zach didn’t feel right. So I made a decision.