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“Such a pretty little whore.” I slam into her so hard she screams, my metal piercings dragging across her sensitive nerves as I stuff her full. Then I fuck her so brutally I know she’ll be bruised in the morning.

Ashford’s pace quickens to match mine, and our vicious thrusts send the girls sliding against the silk sheets until their heads collide.

“Take off her mask, angel,” I order, a devious idea twisting through my head.

I slow my hips enough that Angélica can reach over and slip Kara’s mask off. Ashford’s wife stares at mine, a heated glimmer in her brown eyes.

“Kara,” Ashford says with a nod. Without needing to be told, Kara’s fingers slip under Angélica’s black mask and slowly tug it away. Their long hair is intertwined beneath them, curls of creamy blonde and chocolate brown tangled together.

“Do you want to taste her mouth, angel?” I ask, my heart racing rapidly in my chest as I watch the girls gravitate toward each other with searing desire in their eyes.

“Yes, please,” Angélica answers with a shudder of arousal.

I look up to Ashford for permission, and he nods his head slightly, his gaze latched on our girls. “Then slide your pretty tongue between her lips and see how sweet she is,” I rasp.

Angélica’s fingers brush across Kara’s cheek, her touch soft as she cradles her face like a lover. Ever so slowly, she leans over and presses her mouth against Kara’s, parting her lips with the tip of her tongue. Kara moans, opening for her and letting Angélica take her fill of her mouth. Their kiss is long and sweet as they explore each other for the first time. Kara reaches over and trails her fingers over Angélica’s pierced nipple, tugging and pinching with her nails until my girl is whimpering with pleasure.

Unable to hold back any longer, Ashford and I start to fuckthem as their tongues twist together. I can’t suppress a groan when I see Kara’s fingers slip down between my wife’s thighs and circle her clit as I continue to pound into her pussy. Angélica whimpers against Kara’s lips when she hits the perfect spot, and I see her reach over to return the favor.

Jesus Christ, I’m going to fucking come while our girls have their tongues down each other’s throats and their fingers on each other’s cunts. This definitely wasn’t what I had in mind when I asked Ashford if they’d like to give us a little anniversary performance, but I’m sure as fuck not complaining.

“Are you ready to take my cum in this slutty little hole, angel?” I gasp, feeling like my balls are about to explode they’re so full and swollen with the need to pump her cunt full.

“Y-e-s-s-s,” she moans, her lips still locked with Kara’s. Angélica screams as she starts to climax, and that’s all it takes to send me over the edge.

As if by some sort of perverse serendipity, we all come in unison, the room bursting with the sounds of whimpers and moans and thick cocks sliding into very slippery cunts. Ashford and I are in an unspoken race to see who can last the longest, and I beat him by one thrust before both of us collapse onto the bed beside our girls, the two of them tangled together between us.

“You know, I’m not sure ifImade my wife come or ifyour wifemade my wife come,” I muse between gasps of breath as my lungs and heart try to regulate.

“Does it really matter?” Ashford heaves beside me. “It was goddamned fucking hot either way.”

“Best anniversary present ever,” Angélica laughs, leaning over to kiss me. I taste Kara on her lips. “Thank you.”

“We should definitely try this next Halloween,” I agree with a quick nip at her bottom lip.

“Might not need to wait that long,” Ashford says from theother side of the bed. “Finn has decided to reinstate the Pandemonium Christmas party.”

I sit up and stare at Cade in surprise. “Fuck, is heactuallycrazy?”

The annual Christmas party has been banned for two years since an unfortunate sub gotthreecocks stuffed in her cunt—and couldn’t get them back out. Finn laces the Christmas punch with some weird shit, and we all end up thoroughly fucked-up in the morning. I thought we’d agreed not to risk it again, but apparently Finn is in the mood to cause a little chaos.

Ashford shrugs. “Finn said we’ve all gotten married and boring, and he wants to remind of us who the fuck we are.”

“I’d hardly call what we just did boring,” I retort.

“Neither would I,” Ashford agrees with a salacious smirk. “Maybe next time you and I can show the girls how it’s really done.”

I raise a brow. “Do you bottom, Ashford?”

“Of course not,” he scoffs.

“Well, neither do I. We might need to grab Finn and use him as a go-between.”

“I wouldn’t mind watching that,” Kara interjects, a sultry smile on her lips.

“Me neither,” Angélica agrees, her dark eyes hazy with lust.

How did I end up with such a perfectly twisted angel?