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Page 39 of Privilege

Chapter Thirty-Three

Rich

“Oh my God,” Cara moans. She says it over and over. Both of us feel the heat of him filling her up.

When he comes back to us, when he opens his hazy eyes, I start to move.

“No,” he pants. “Give me a minute. I need to pull out.”

I shake my head. “No,” I say.

Post-orgasm torture, Dane. Remember?

He looks like he wants to punch me in the face, but I can’t get enough of this.

I can never have enough of this feeling.

Cara is stretched to her breaking point, her entire body is shaking with tension and adrenaline.

Dane has hit his limit and I’m pushing him way over the edge, and I am living for it.

“Rich, this is too much, I…”

“Shut up,” I say, staring him down. “This is what you get. For leaving me. This is how you make it up to me.”

He makes an unintelligible noise and my chest grows ten sizes bigger. This is what I needed from him.

Cara isn’t speaking English anymore. She’s stringing words together that sound vaguely like ‘fuck’ and ‘come’.

“Are you going to come for us baby?” I say in her ear.

She doesn’t answer, but her body does.

I’m shook by the force of her pussy as her body bears down on our cocks. I watch her abdomen contract, her entire core shuddering with the force of her orgasm.

Dane looks just as shook, watches her with fascination as even her neck muscles tense to snapping-point. She opens her mouth and yells while she bears down. I ride it out, slow and steady, while Dane stands still with his mouth open and a pained look in his eye.

When her pussy finally stops clenching, she drops into me like dead weight, her head falling to the side.

“Pull out please,” she begs, her voice small. “Please pull out.”

We both withdraw immediately, and I lean forward to watch Dane’s glistening cock glide out of her.

“Fuck,” she cries, and I watch in amazement as clear fluid comes pouring out of her cunt and soaks the velvet fabric.

“Holy shit,” Dane mutters. His cock is still semi-hard and coated in their cum, and I’ve never wanted to taste something so badly, but I know what I need. And I’m not afraid to ask for it.

I ease Cara off of me and stand up, murmuring in her ear about how good she takes us, how beautiful she looks stretched wide open around our dicks. She doesn’t answer—can’t answer—and I smile warmly down at her.

Ours.

“Dane,” I say.

He blinks, and has the forethought to look nervous. Yeah, you should be nervous brother. I’m going to fucking ruin you.

I’m surprised when he steps back.

“I’m not going to touch your cock,” I say gently.

He relaxes and lets me advance on him. He’s exhausted, his body moving with uncharacteristic weight, like his muscles have given up, and I make a mental note to set this as the new bar for his level of satisfaction.

Cara shifts so she can see us, a spark of curiosity in her eye as she comes back from semi-consciousness. Her beautiful freckled thighs are still parted, the huge stain on the cushion between her legs the best proof of a job well done I could ever imagine.

But now it’s my turn.

I slam Dane face-forward into the bookshelves. He puts out his hands to brace himself, and his knuckles turn white when I start to kiss my way across the back of his neck. I run my hands along his muscular back, which flexes in response to my touch.

“This is going to be for me,” I whisper against his skin. I’ve edged myself long enough. Both my lovers have had spectacular orgasms. It’s my fucking turn .

He drops his forehead to the wooden shelf in surrender, like he knows there’s no point even pretending to fight it. And why would he? He wants this as bad as I do. I know he does.

I force his legs apart. Cara sits up all the way in my peripheral vision, scrambles to the edge of the couch so she can get a better view, cum still oozing down her thighs.

His ass cheeks flex against my palm as I run my hand over each one with care. My heart flutters, because even though I’m no stranger to anal, this feels different.

It is different.

I look down at my cock and frown. This isn’t enough lube.

Not to do it right. I glance around, desperately wishing we’d stayed on the yacht where the cabin was stocked with enough lube to service the marine corps, when I see a bottle of walnut oil on a bottom shelf.

Thank God for cleaners who use natural furniture polish.

I pull the lid off with my mouth and spit it to the side.

Dane quivers, and I realize he’s nervous.

“Have you done this before?” I ask him.

He clears his throat. “Um… just fingers. Wi th girls.”

More precum oozes out of my dick with excitement. I’ll be his first. The way it should be. I squirt some of the oil onto my palm and without warning, push my hand between his ass cheeks.

He jumps but I hush him as I slide my sideways-palm all over, slicking him up so he’s ready for me. When he’s good and slippery, I press my middle finger gently to his asshole.

“Oh FUCK,” he groans as I slip right in with no resistance. He’s flexing around me but trying not to fight the invasion, trying to relax for me, trying to let me in.

I pump gently and the string of curses that comes out of his mouth blows me away. I hear Cara let out a little huff of pleasure.

I circle his asshole, teasing him open. “Do you like watching this Cara?” I say.

“I could watch this all fucking day,” she says, voice husky.

“Come here,” I tell her, and she does, her legs wobbly, using the chaise to keep her upright. “Get a better view, baby.”

She sinks to the floor at our feet, her back to the bookshelves, and spreads her legs for us. Her pussy is pink, and plump, and swollen from our cocks .

I rub my oiled palm over my dick twice—any more and I’ll come—and notch myself against his ass.

“This is for me,” I say out loud.

And then I push myself inside of him.

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