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“You know what to do,” Spike purred in my ear, releasing my hips so I could get up. I grabbed the cuffs and eagerly placed the cool, open metal around Phoenix’s wrists, locking him in place. I couldn’t even begin to explain the surge of pleasure I felt when he returned to his spot, his cock beautifully stiff and waiting.

“Get on your knees,” Spike softly commanded.

I did as I was told and kneeled before Phoenix, licking my lips.

“He can’t cum. You understand me, Eve? Edge him. I want to hear him begging for you to let him cum.”

I glanced up for reassurance, and he gave me a wink before he began stripping out of his clothes.

A low groan burst out of Phoenix as I sucked him in deep, his head falling back against the couch cushion. A low moan of my own vibrated up my throat when Spike grabbed a fistful of my damp hair, forcing me to choke down every inch.

I worked Phoenix fast, sucking and licking with Spike's guidance. With my other hand, I reached up and grasped Phoenix's balls, rubbing and squeezing them gently.

“Fuck, Charlotte,” Phoenix rasped, squirming and panting hard. “I’m about to—”

“Enough.”

I pulled back, cracking a smile when Phoenix groaned again and squeezed his eyes closed, his cock dripping with pre-cum.

“Lick him clean and start again.”

I did as commanded, licking Phoenix clean before I deep throated him. And Spike, although he wasn’t exactly gentle about it, grasped my hair again. It wasn’t until I thought I was about to pass out when Spike pulled me back just as Phoenix began crying out that he was about to cum again.

“Are you her good boy?” Spike asked Phoenix. He approached him and then ferociously grasped his face, forcing him to stare into my eyes.

“Yes,” he whimpered. “Always.”

“Tell him he’s doing a good job,” Spike instructed me.

“You’re doing so good, Phoenix,” I told him, grasping his cock and stroking it slowly. “So fucking good.”

“I-I want to cum,” he pleaded. “Please, Charlotte, I-I want to cum.”

I spared another look at Spike. He nodded, and said, “Ride him.”

Spike graciously helped me to my feet, and as I straddled Phoenix, cupping his face and pressing his lips fiercely against mine, I sank down on his cock, my eyes widening at the fullness. Phoenix’s eyes rolled into the back of his head once I was fully seated.

“Kiss me,” I whispered, and his lips immediately met mine, our tongues clashing against each other as I lifted up and began to ride him slowly, my hands firmly pressed against his shoulders for extra support.

I amped up my pace, my moans growing louder.

“I love you,” he moaned against my mouth. “God, I fucking love you, Charlotte.”

I desperately wanted to say it back, but I—or more like my heart—wasn’t ready to admit it just yet.

“Fuck,” he cried out as his breathing picked up. “Harder, baby. Fuck me harder.”

I worked my hips even faster, harder, feeling my release building when suddenly a presence came up behind me and grabbed ahold of my hips.

“Keep going,” Spike demanded in his gruff voice. “Don’t you dare fucking stop. I want to see his cum dripping out of your pussy when he’s done.”

His words had us both wildly moaning, and before I knew it, I was squirting, soaking Phoenix’s chest. Spike gripped my hips even harder and urged me to continue until he saw what he needed to see, Phoenix’s cum dripping out of my pussy.

Phoenix’s cock slid out of me, and I barely had time to properly recover, or much less move before Spike’s cock impaled me in a vicious thrust, taking me by surprise.

“Oh, FUCK!”

I fell against Phoenix’s chest.