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Now? Neither would compare to the feisty little princess whose nails are biting into my thighs as she pushes me deeper down her throat.

“Tempting as that is, ladies, I don’t think my girlfriend would appreciate it.” I’m rewarded for the refusal: Phoenix takes her nails out of my thigh and massages my balls with one hand, the other wrapped tight around the base while her lips and tongue worship the head of my cock.

I lock my jaw, careful not to let anything show.

My girl is getting rewarded once they leave. I’m going to spread her out on this table and feast on her before I fuck her like I own her.

“Well…that doesn’t bother us. Who says she ever has to know?” the blonde says, tugging the brunette’s bikini aside to play with a dusty-pink nipple.

Did I ever find this obvious desperation attractive? Or was it just about getting my dick wet?

Hell, I know the truth.

Every girl I’ve ever fucked—save the one between my legs now—was just about getting off, and punishing them for not beingher. And now she’s being punished for leaving in the first place.

“I wouldn’t piss off his girlfriend if I were you.” Maverick strolls in, a discreet black box with a silver bow in his hands. “She’s a violent little thing, and she has my boy wrapped around her little finger.”

I cough to cover Phoenix’s snort and press her head down on my cock.

That’s one punishment she’ll have to endure before her reward.

“Maybe we’re worth the risk. We could take care of you and your friend,” the brunette says to Maverick, tracing a slow line up her own thigh, convinced it’s seductive.

It isn’t.

“Then she really would kill you,” I laugh. “He belongs to her, too.”

“Well, that’s just selfish. Why does one girl get to be so greedy?” the blonde asks, turning to Maverick and walking straight into his space. She plants her hands on his chest. He arches a brow at her, then at me.

He’s asking where Phoenix is—and how far I’m taking this. I meet his eye and flick my gaze to the table.

Mav bites back a laugh as he gets it. He knows where she is—and the game I’m playing.

“Come on, baby,” the blonde purrs at him. “Live a little. What she doesn’t know won’t hurt her. I can’t imagine one woman satisfying both of you. Men like you shouldn’t limit yourselves.”

Phoenix’s claws sink into my thigh again, and I suck in a sharp breath to keep from grunting. The girls mistake it for approval of the “baby” kink.

Jesus. Fuck no.

“And you think what? That you and your little friend can satisfy us in ways she can’t?”

“Oh, I know it.” The blonde’s hand drifts toward Mav’s waistband. “Let us show you how good a girl who shares can be.”

They’re getting bolder. The brunette reaches for me. I catch her wrist and hold it away while the blonde tries to grab Mav through his pants.

“Only my girl touches me,” I say.

Mav gently pushes the blonde back. “Sorry, sweetheart. I’m spoken for.”

“Don’t be like that, baby,” she pouts again. “Why don’t Jessica and I show you what we like?”

The brunette—Jessica—gives me a smile. “You’ll like this. Then we’ll see if you even remember your girlfriend’s name.”

I roll my eyes, and Phoenix lifts off my cock—no doubt ready to murder someone. I fist her hair and pull her back down, coughing to cover the sound of her choking.

Punishment number two.

The girls start making out—loud, exaggerated, all moan and no heat. It’s like watching bad amateur porn. Actually, that’s exactly what it is. If my cock weren’t down Phoenix’s throat, it would be limp.