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“I can’t wait anymore.” The man yanked Ash’s hand away from me, putting his fingers into his mouth, sucking my taste off Ash’s hand, his own hand rubbing his cock. “Oh god… You taste so fucking sweet.”

Ash’s attention went from me to where the man sucked on his fingers. I couldn’t decipher his expression, but I felt the confusion, the mix of rage and longing.

“God, you two are getting me so hard. I’ve never felt this much magic. I’m about to break all my promises to my marriage.” He strangled his cock, taking a deep breath. “I never wanted to fuck two people more.” He stepped away from Ash, licking his lips. He stumbled over to the tray, taking another hit of the dust, his pupils fully dilated and blown out. He fell onto the chair, his legs open, his hand moving up and down his shaft. “I want to watch you fuck her hard, but first eat her pussy. Get it all wet for me. I want to hear her screams echoing for days in my ears.”

I heard a voice, deep below the fogginess of the drugs, an alarm telling me this was too far, but the voice was quickly drowned away.

Ash’s gaze was cloudy, and I knew we were both past the point of rationality.

“Take off your underwear,” the man ordered, settling back in his chair and stroking himself. “And sit on the bed facing me.”

As if I had no control, I did as he said, peeling down my knickers, my wetness dripping from me as I sat down on the edge of the mattress.

“Spread your legs.”

My thighs parted, my attention completely on Ash, almost like the man had a script and was giving us directions, telling us what to do, but held no other power.

Ash made a noise, his eyes dropping to my pussy, his tongue dragging over his lip, making me even needier.

“Jesus, her young, wet pussy.” The man groaned. “Feast on her! I want to hear how wet she is.”

Ash dropped to his knees, his gaze locked on my pussy, desire burning in his eyes as his hands gripped my thighs, spreading me wider. My nails dug into the bedsheets when he leaned in, his lips brushing my inner thigh. Softly, his tongue parted me, licking slowly through me.

“Oh gods… fuck!” I rolled my hips into him, need shaking me.

With a loud moan of his own, he gripped my thighs, roughly putting them over his shoulder before his mouth consumed me, kissing my pussy deeply, his tongue sliding through, hitting every spot, tearing out a cry from my soul.

My back arched, my hips rolling with every stroke of his tongue, everything I understood or knew shattering around me.

“You taste so fucking good,” he growled against me, devouring me as if there was nothing else in the world he craved. “Like nothing I’ve ever tasted before, and I don’t ever want to stop.”

Don’t. Ever. But I couldn’t form the words, my moans echoing off the wall, and I didn’t care who heard me. I liked this. I liked being watched. I wanted more.

“Yes, that’s it!” The man yelled, his hand moving faster. I could hear him jerking off, but I didn’t focus on that. “Fuck her pussy harder with your tongue.”

Ash took his words as a command, licking, sucking, and nipping until I lost complete control. Gripping his hair, I rode his face with unrelenting demand, pleasure making me feral. I could feel the monster roaring inside, needing out, needing to fuck. Needing blood. The sounds of him feasting on me grew almost grotesque.

“Yes! Yes!” I could hear the man baying in the distance. “Fuck… yes!”

“Oh gods!” I belted out, an orgasm sizzling through me, my nails digging into the back of his head, producing a moan from Ash. He pushed his fingers into me, his teeth nipping at my clit as he rubbed my bundle of nerves. “Ash!” My spine jackknifed, a guttural cry wailing from me, my pussy strangling his fingers as I came hard on his tongue, my vision going dark.

Ecstasy blasted within me, and I floated in a bliss of drugs and absolute pleasure, his finger and tongue fucking me all the way through it, ripping another climax out of me. It was several minutes before I could catch my breath. My body shaking so violently I couldn’t seem to find any ground to secure to.

Holy shit.

Ash’s mouth pulled away, making cool air rush through my slit.

Limp and sedated, but at the same time elated and wired. I wanted more. Craved it more than the drug in my system, excited to hear the man order Ash to fuck me.

Except the room was quiet besides our heaving breathing.

Too silent.

My gaze went to the older man. Passed out cold, his hand was still fisted around himself, cum pooling across his chest.

Ash sat back, his tongue sliding over his glistening mouth. His head was down, his hand scouring the back of his neck. Following his gaze, I spotted his semi-hard cock, thick cum coating his stomach and boxers.

He came too. But he didn’t look happy about it. At all.