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I slowly lower myself onto his cock, both of us moaning as he fills me.

Fuuuuuck.

I drape my arms around him again as his hands settle on my ass and squeeze my cheeks. Like that, I start out slowly, letting his kisses drive all other thoughts out of my head.

He’s the first man besides Declan I’ve fucked in over twelve years.

This is a full-circle kind of sitch, isn’t it? Me and Ellen, him and Ellen, me and Declan, him and Declan, and now me and him?

Dark, desperate need takes over. His fingers dig into my ass as he urges me to ride him harder, faster.

“You going to come for me?” he asks. “Or do I need to put him on his knees between your legs when he gets here and make him suck my cum out of you while he makes you come?”

Holy fuck, that filthy mental image nearly drives me over the edge. “Yes, I’m going to come for you,” I say, kissing him between words. “And yes, we’re putting him on his knees between my legs when he gets here.”

There I go, not bothering to stay quiet as I come. The wide, evil grin he wears as he pumps into me and fills me makes my body quiver and stirs my need all over again. When he catches his breath he holds me in place and leans over to grab my phone.

Instead of handing it to me he unlocks it—I forgot he has the code the way Declan does—and calls Declan.

I’m sitting close enough I can hear when Declan answers. “Ma’am?”

“Not Ma’am,” George says, his gaze nearly dark as cobalt as he stares into my eyes. “Get your ass over here, boy.Rightnow.” He hangs up and tosses the phone onto the couch before pulling me in for another kiss.

We’re still sitting there kissing when I hear the garage door go up. Declan bursts into the kitchen seconds later, and I’m able to see his face when he races out into the living room. “Sir? Ma’am?”

“Get over here,” George says, his gaze dangerously narrowed now. “And get naked.”

My good boy doesn’t ask questions. He’s stripping as he goes and is totally naked by the time he makes it to us.

He’s also rock-hard.

I grab him and engulf his cock with my mouth while George pulls him in for a kiss. Inside me, I feel George is ready for round two already, and I know Declan is good for at least two or three, maybe even more.

Then George plays mean. He grabs Declan by the hair. “Lean in here and give your Ma’am some joy, boy.”

It means I have to release Declan’s cock. I lean back a little, and hold on to him so I don’t fall backward. George’s gaze is on me as his fist holds Declan’s hair and Declan’s talented tongue does what it always does—quickly teases my clit until I’mshakingI’m coming so hard.

“That’s it,” George says, pulling Declan out of there and then grabbing my hips so he can fuck me again. “Stay right there, boy.”

It’s wild seeing this side of George directed at me. He hasn’t crossed any lines yet, and I’m willing to see how far he wants to go. He comes again, then he gets up, has me lie on the couch, and gets a condom and lube so he can fuck Declan from behind, while Declan’s eating me out.

Because,damn, the man is hardagain.

Go, George!

“What you’re tasting, boy,” he says, “is two loads from your Sir. What do you say?”

“Thank you, Sir,” he mumbles into my pussy.

I’d laugh, except Declan already has me coming again.

Declan groans as George enters him. “Make her come again, boy, and you can fuck her, if she wants you to.”

Declan’s gaze swivels up to me, and I can tell he’s down deep already.

I smile as I fist his hair. “Yes, you may. Good boys always get rewarded.”

He moans again, and I don’t know if that’s because of what George is doing to him, or because of what I’ve said.