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My husband stopped laughing.

“Come on.” I crooked my finger.

He came, twin flames of lust springing into his eyes as he stopped beside the bed. And when I wrapped my hand around his dick, he tipped his head back and closed his eyes. “Oh, no fucking fair, princess. You play dirty.”

I stroked his dick.

Varick thrust a finger inside me and sucked my clit.

Release slammed into me. I spread my thighs impossibly wide, my knees digging into the bed. My hand on Laurent’s dick faltered as I rode out the waves of bliss. Sweat broke out across my body, and hot moisture flooded me.

Varick lapped it up, his finger pumping in and out of my heat. He knew precisely when to stop, and he drew back with a shiny mouth and glittering eyes as I came down from my high.

Our gazes locked.

“Why don’t you come here, too,” I said.

I didn’t have to ask him twice. He prowled up my body and went to his knees at my side. His dick bobbed like a wooden club, fat veins running up and down the meaty shaft. I grasped him, and my fingers and thumb didn’t meet.

I stroked, a cock in each hand, turning my head slowly back and forth so I could drink in the sight of both males shuddering under my touch. I kept my legs sprawled apart, and silver and gold gazes returned again and again to my stockings tied with ribbons above my knees.

After a minute, Laurent backed out of my grasp. His lean, muscled chest heaved, his pecs gleaming with sweat. “I don’t want to come yet.”

Varick eyed him. “Then get up here.”

Pleasure shot to my sex. This. This was what I wanted. Laurent had been right that day in Lar Satha. In his usual way, he’d uncovered my deepest desires, his voice low and husky as he spoke of me watching him and Varick together. “Oh Princess, you’re a naughty little thing, aren’t you?”

Yes, I was, because I couldn’t take my eyes off Laurent as he climbed onto the bed, his body long and graceful. His cock swung between his legs, the skin there totally bare. His balls were bare, too, everything as smooth as his chest.

It was a contrast to Varick, who was hairy but not unpleasantly so. Varick’s dick sprang from a nest of curly blond hair a few shades darker than his head. More hair surrounded his heavy balls, which he reached down and cupped as Laurent climbed between my thighs and faced him.

My husband gave me a heated look. “Hold his dick for me, princess. I think you’ll like this.”

I did as he said, scarcely daring to breathe. And I groaned as he leaned forward and sucked Varick into his mouth.

Varick grunted and thrust his hips forward, shoving his cock deeper and jerking my arm.

Laurent’s eyes flashed up, meeting Varick’s hot, golden stare.

“Suck me,” Varick ordered.

Laurent obeyed, bobbing on Varick’s dick as I held it steady. Laurent’s cock bounced gently, the slit in the head glossy with moisture. He swallowed Varick completely, his lips meeting my fingers every time he descended.

Desire fired all over again. My heart raced as I watched Laurent’s cheeks hollow. His dark lashes fluttered, and his throat worked as he breathed through his nose. Varick’s cock grew shiny with saliva, and the wet, fleshy sound of it tunneling into Laurent’s throat made me bite my lip and groan.

Suddenly, Laurent pulled back. He and Varick exchanged a look, and Laurent nodded. Before I realized what was happening, Varick left the bed and Laurent snagged my leg and jerked my body around. Now I was sideways, my legs dangling off the side. Laurent grabbed my hips and pulled until my ass was almost off the mattress entirely.

Varick appeared behind Laurent and slapped his ass sharply. “Give her another one.”

Laurent tossed me a mischievous look. “What say you, princess? You want another orgasm?”

Varick shoved Laurent’s head down. “Get her ready for my dick.”

My breath caught.

Laurent winked at me. He pushed my thighs wide and licked down my center—and then kept going until his tongue circled my asshole.

My hips jerked off the bed. I grabbed the sheets in both fists. “Oh…gods!”