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CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE

ELENA

ONE WEEK LATER

“Vic!” I shout her name through the apartment, echoed by my uncontrollable laughter. “You have to come in here!”

Following the sound of my laughter, she rushes to the bedroom to find me standing beside the bed, tears streaming down my face as I struggle to breathe. She takes in the sight of me before seeing our collection of toys sprawled across the bed. More correctly, our new collection of toys.

Pulling open the drawer to entice Vic to play this afternoon, I found Conor’s handiwork. Every single dildo and vibrator we own has been replaced. The new ones all looking very familiar.

“Is that…” her voice trails off as she slowly walks from the threshold across the room to the bed. “He didn’t…” She lifts a flesh-colored silicone dildo from the bed to inspect it, her fingers running over steel of the King’s Crown piercing through the ridge of the head. She drops it to bed and lifts another… and another. Strap-ons. Double-ended dildos. Strapless dildos. Ones with room for a bullet vibe and ones without. But all of them an exact replica of Conor.

Shaking her head with a look of disbelief on her face, she swipes my phone from my hand. Unlocking it, she quickly dials his number. The phone rings one before he answers, “Hel?—”

“Seriously, Conor?” she gaffs into the phone.

His roarish laugh echoes through the phone as though he knows exactly why she’s calling. “The two of you aren’t having nearly as much sex without me as I thought,” he chuckles. “Because I’ve been waiting for this call for days!”

Vic counts the toys scattered across the soft white duvet. “Sixteen copies of your cock… All with jewelry matching yours.” She shakes her head, gathering them all into a pile at the foot of the bed as I start to finally catch my breath from laughing so hard. “Was that really necessary?”

“Necessary? No.” He continues to snicker. “But if either of you are going to be riding a cock, it’s going to be mine. Always.”

A mischievous smirk pulls at the corner of her Victoria’s lips, slowly spreading into a devilish smile. “Clothes off, sweet girl,” she instructs, pushing the button to put the phone on speaker and tossing it onto the bed. “You clearly wanted to play or you wouldn’t have found these. And well, Conor wants to know I’m fucking you with his cock. It’s only fair I give you both exactly what you’re asking for.”

“Wh… What?” Conor exclaims as I toss my shirt to the floor and undo the button of my jeans. “I’ll be there in fifteen minutes.”

Victoria sheds her maxi dress as I wiggle from my skinny jeans, pushing them down my legs with my panties. Her eyes roam over my naked body, her tongue dragging seductively across her lips. “Good for you,” she teases. Victoria playfully pushes me onto the bed and lifts a thick purple silicone dildo from the bed. She grabs the lube from the bedside table and drops it beside me. “I’ll have my sweet girl a sloppy panting mess by then.”

Pressing my thighs apart, she kneels at the foot of the bed. Licking through my pussy, she teasingly rubs the thick tip of dildo against my entrance. Licking and sucking at my clit, she slowly works the thick head into me. A pained whimper blows over my lips when it finally slips inside. “No wonder he loves pressing into you so fucking much,” she kisses against my clit and upper thighs. “Your tight little cunt is working so fucking hard to take this fat cock. Stretched and so fucking full to take him.”

“Fuck,” Conor growls, reminding me that he is listening to the two of us, the sounds of an engine turning over in the background. “Are you stretching her without me?”

I cry out in pleasure when Victoria plunges the rest of the dildo into me, every inch of me suddenly filled. The soft flat of her tongue glides over my clit as she thrusts the thick silicone into me. Overstimulated with the pleasure she’s providing building in my core, I struggle to breathe as she continues to fuck and lick at me.

“Don’t hold back, sweet girl.” Her words vibrate against my sensitive pussy. “Let him hear you come.”

Victoria doesn’t leave me an option. She sucks my clit into her mouth as she vigorously thrusts every inch of the dildo into me. My fingers laced in her hair, I pull her tight to me and ride her face as the tension in my stomach explodes through me. “Vic!” I scream her name as my thighs tremble against the sides of her face.

“That’s my good girl,” she praises, pulling back and exposing her chin, glistening with my arousal.

Urging me to roll onto my stomach, Vic grabs the lube from the bed and slathers a generous amount of it over her fingers. “Has he stretched out this hole yet?” She rubs her fingers over my taught asshole as her lips kiss over my cheek.

“N…no…” I pant, Vic carefully working one of her fingers inside me. She moves it in slow circles, gingerly stretching me, sliding the dildo in and out of my pussy at the same leisurely pace. Knowing I’m ready, she adds a second a finger and a guttural groan rattles from me. “Have you not told him how much you love having your ass fucked?”

My face buried in the sheets as she pleasures me, I moan, “No, Madame.”

“Fuuuuuuuuck,” Conor growls through the phone.

She pulls out her fingers and drips a generous amount of lube over a second dildo. “Does that mean I’m going to take your sweet ass with his cock before he does?” she asks, smearing the lube along the massive length of silicone.

“You wouldn’t,” Conor snarls, the gruffness of his voice echoing through the bedroom.