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TWENTY-EIGHT

Wyatt

I’ve never been so hard in my fucking life. Kinsley coming all over my fingers is a revelation, an awakening. I can’t wait to feel her clenching around my cock as I pound into her.

Her body is so responsive.

She was made for me. For us.

If she thinks I’m going to forget what happened here tonight when she clocks in for work on Monday morning, she’s got another thing coming.

She’s ours, and I have no intention of letting her go.

With a groan, I slip my fingers from her, making sure her baby blues are on me as I lick them clean. She tastes sweet, addictive, and I can’t wait to have her sitting on my face, her cum sliding down my throat as I tongue fuck her into oblivion.

Maverick shifts and slips off the bed, then undoes his tie and flings it on the chair behind him. I stand too, unbuttoning my dress shirt and toeing off my shoes and socks, while he takes off his vest. Kinsley’s eyes shift between us, moving back and forth as we pop a button, remove another piece of clothing, expose more skin.

She’s kneeling on the bed, her hands rubbing up and down her thighs like she’s still a needy mess despite the orgasm we just gave her. Her face is flushed, her breaths are coming in shallow pants, and I’ve never seen her look more stunning.

“Lay down on the bed, firecracker.” Mav’s voice is firm, his fierce expression leaving no room for negotiation.

He’s stripped down to his boxer briefs and takes a moment to adjust himself, pulling the chair closer to the bed. He sits, his eyes never leaving Kinsley. There’s an intensity around him that’s not usually there. Maverick is generally the easygoing one, the nice one, but when he’s watching, he calls the shots, and he doesn’t mess around.

Her eyes narrow on him for half a second before she complies, laying on her back, her legs falling open, her red hair fanned out on the pillow beneath her. She’s ready, waiting for me, and I have to amend my previous statement—this is her most stunning moment.

“Are you just going to sit there all by yourself?”

She’s baiting him, and I love it. My dick twitches against the zipper of my dress pants, and I give it a squeeze.

“Nope.” Maverick sinks lower in the chair and steeples his hands over his chest. “I’m going to watch Wyatt play with his new fuck-toy before I take a turn.” She squirms, her sharp inhale filling the space around us. “You like that, baby girl? You wanna be a good little fuck-toy for your bosses?”

Holy fucking hell.

I’ve never been into praise and degradation, but damn if I don’t love it when Maverick says those things to her. And it’s clear from the blush spreading across her chest and the glistening between her thighs, she likes it just as much.

She nods, her eyes flitting to me, watching as I flick open the button at the top of my pants and slide them along with my boxer briefs to the floor.

I grab my cock and hold it in a tight fist, running it along my length. I’m so fucking hard it throbs, aching with need for her. She’s going to be so damn tight, I know I won’t last long, but I need to try. More than anything I want it to be good for her.

Her eyes widen and flare with heat, and her legs shift together like she’s desperately searching for more friction. She nibbles at her bottom lip, worrying it between her teeth. “You’re so big. What if it doesn’t fit? What if it hurts?”

I chuckle and grab a condom from my wallet. “Your tight cunt will swallow me whole; don’t you worry. I’ll go slow.”

After sliding the condom over my dick, I’m on the bed crawling to her. I’ve got my hands on her, spreading her legs, traveling up her chest, framing her face. I hover over her, careful not to crush her with my weight.

“I’m a little nervous., she whispers, that bottom lip going back between her teeth.

I run my thumbs across her cheekbones and brush my lips over hers. “Do you want to stop?”

“No. I want you both.” She shakes her head, her legs wrapping around my waist. If she’s trying to keep me here, she doesn’t have to try hard. As long as she wants me here, I’m not going anywhere. “Just go slow.”

“Don’t worry; I’ve got you.”

I nip at her lips and brush mine back and forth as I keep my kisses light and playful.

Her legs tighten around my waist, her arms wind around my neck, but I don’t give her what she really wants. Not yet.

Instead, I slip a hand up her front, rubbing her nipples through the lace.

She moans into my mouth, and I deepen the kiss, running my tongue along hers and exploring her like I have all the time in the world. She responds to every little touch, every caress, and while I’d love to take my time, give her more orgasms, I don’t think I can hold back.

Next time I’ll eat her pussy for hours. I won’t stop until I’m drowning in her sweetness.

But right now, I need more. I need her.

I work my hips between her legs and grind my cock against her clit. Her hands are in my hair, grabbing my shoulders, scratching down my back as she rocks into me.

“More,” she pants, pulling me back down for another kiss. “I need you. I’m ready.”

“I’m right here, baby girl. I’m not going anywhere.” I line myself up at her entrance and push forward slowly, not enough to bury myself in her like I’d like, but just enough to feel resistance. It’s going to hurt a bit, so I make sure I distract her, driving my tongue into her mouth and pinching her nipples. She’s whimpering, shifting back and forth, and I inch forward, breaking through her barrier.

She cries out, her hands clutching at my shoulders as I push in a little deeper. She’s tight, just like I imagined, her pussy already rippling around me, and it takes everything I have to stay so still and let her adjust to my size.

“Are you okay?” I press a light kiss to the side of her jaw, my eyes never leaving hers.

She nods and blows out a deep breath. “I’m okay. It wasn’t too bad. You can move, I think.”

I rock into her, bit by bit, inch by inch. Her nails are digging into my shoulder, marking me, the sting of pain a fair exchange.

“How does our virgin pussy feel?” Maverick’s words are strained, and I bet if I looked his way he’d be holding onto that chair for dear life.

“Like fucking heaven.” I drag my tongue along her throat, slowly sinking deep until I’m fully seated inside her. She winces a few times, but I’m moving fucking slow, careful not to hurt her. “Our girl is so damn tight but took me so well.” I stroke a hand down her face and press a kiss to the corner of her lips. “You’re taking my cock like such a good girl. Are you ready for more?”

“Yes,” she groans, and her arms tighten around me. Her back arches off the bed. Her eyes close. And she lets out another soundless scream. “Use me.”

“You heard our fuck-toy. She wants to be used.” Maverick grunts from the chair. “Better not keep her waiting.”

Her cunt quivers around me as I pull back inch by inch. I'm still moving torturously slow, testing all my patience, all my resolve. She feels too fucking good, and my control is barely hanging on; it won’t take much more until I snap.

I thrust into her, keeping my movements shallow, my rhythm slow.

Her cries, her nails scratching down my back, her legs tightening around me urge me to go faster, to sink deeper, but I don’t want to hurt her. At least not yet. I want her first time to be fucking good, so damn memorable she’ll be begging us for more. I want her to remember us for the rest of her life because I know this is an experience I will never forget.

One night together and she’s already seared into my skin, my soul. One taste of her pussy, the feeling of it quivering around me, and I’m a goner. She owns me.

“Oh, God, I need…more.” She lets out another cry, her fingers digging into my back, and I fucking lose it.

I slam into her over and over. My hips piston against hers as I fuck her with everything I have. She’s destroying me piece by piece, bit by bit. She’s branded me from the inside out.

“Oh, God. Wyatt. It hurts, but it hurts so good,” she whimpers as I move my hand down to her clit and rub it with my thumb. “Fuck. Fuck.”

She says my name again and again, chants it like a prayer, like a curse. She’s desperate with the need to come, and so am I.

I press down on her clit, and her body spasms, her cunt gripping me, and she screams. She throws her head back, and her eyes squeeze shut, as she’s trembles. I don’t stop—I can’t. I thrust into her, fucking her with everything I have until my balls tighten, electricity zips down my spine, and I groan her name as I empty into her.

Fuck.

She’s ruined me.

I pull her close, tightening my arms around her, and rest my head on her shoulder. There’s no way I can move, not yet.

“That was…wow.” She rakes a hand through my hair and presses her lips against my temple. “I’m not sure I’ll be able to walk out of here.”

“Good.” My reply is quick, but I take my time pulling out of her pussy. Before I roll away, I check the sheets, and there’s a small spot of blood beneath her. Nothing significant, but damn if I’m not a little proud of taking her virginity.

“Walking is overrated.” Maverick stands and stalks over to the bed, a condom already in place. “Are you ready for me?”

After a quick glance in my direction, Kinsley nods.

“Turn around.” He takes her in, his tongue running along his teeth, his hand stroking his jaw. “I want you on all fours, gagging on Wyatt’s dick while I fuck you into tomorrow.”