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CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN

VICTORIA

While Conor showers, I clean the mess we made of my sweet girl—wiping away the lube on her skin and the cum trickling from her ass. After tossing the cloth to the floor, I slide onto the bed with Elena. Exhausted from both of us having thoroughly used her, she lays with her head partially on my shoulder and pillow beneath us.

Ten minutes later, Conor steps into the threshold of the bathroom doorway, his cock miraculously as hard as it was when he stormed into the bedroom. “ Cailín dáigh ,” Conor croons, leisurely stroking his length as he pads across the hardwood floor. “Am I claiming your pussy or your arse ?”

Uncertain how to answer him, I opt to avert his question. “Elena is far too tired for more.”

“My cailín leanbh can rest. She can drift to sleep, knowing that by the time she wakes, you’ll also be mine.”

Conor grabs the lube, parts my legs, and settles between them on his knees. “I have only dabbled in a little oral ass play,” I inform him. “There is no way you are fucking my ass.”

“Are you telling me that we need to train your virgin arse so I can have the pleasure of being your first?” he asks, and I nod, feeling the unfamiliar burn of embarrassment on my cheeks. A pleased smile pulls at the corner of his lips as he grips my hip and rolls my body. “On your stomach. We can start stretching that tight little hole while I mark your perfect cunt as mine.”

When I follow his command, Conor grips my hips and pulls me onto my knees, so my ass is in the air—the position leaves me vulnerable and on display for him. He rubs his thumb over my asshole as he presses the thick head of his cock against my cunt. Still slick with arousal, he sinks into me and fills my pussy with every inch of him with ease.

“Fuck… After feeling you this way… I’m never going to get enough,” Conor groans from behind me. He takes me with long, deep thrusts as I stare into Elena’s heavy eyes. I startle when cold lube trickles between my cheeks and over my asshole. “Relax, cailín dáigh . We’re going to go nice and slowly. Just enough to show you how good it will feel to have your arse fucked.”

Taking me with languid strokes of his cock, Conor rubs his thumb around my tight hole, slowly increasing the pressure. Flexing my hips, I dip my lower back and push my ass higher into the air, surprising myself at how eagerly I’m seeking more. “Take a deep breath and slowly blow it out for me,” he softly instructs, burying himself in my pussy. I do as he asks, pursing my lips and expelling a deep breath. As the air blows from my lungs, Conor eases his thumb into my ass. My breathy exhalation becomes a feral groan. “Such a good fucking girl.”

“Doesn’t it feel good?” Elena asks, stroking my face. Her voice is groggy, and her eyes are heavy as she fights against her impending sleep to watch Conor claim me too.

Unable to muster words as he tenderly finger-fucks my ass at the same pace as his cock thrusts into my pussy, I mutter, “Uh-huh.”

He takes me slowly, letting me get used to the feel of his thumb in my ass. It feels good, but it takes a bit for me to get used to the sensation and relax. When I do, he slowly increases his pace. He grinds against my ass as he repeatedly buries his cock into me. “You’re doing… so fucking… good. Taking me… in your… soaked pussy…and your… tight arse .”

I pull my sleepy girl into me gently with a hand in her hair. I moan against her lips as an orgasm fires through me—my asshole clenching and my pussy quivering. “Fuuuck,” Conor groans, “Your bare cunt feels so fucking good. Now be a good girl and come for me again.”

He doesn’t leave me much choice. Our skin claps as he slams into me, taking me at a brutal pace. The way he knows I like to be fucked. His cock. His thumb. Fuller than I’ve ever been and being pounded in both holes. He drives deep, and I come so hard it teeters between pleasure and pain. “I can’t… It’s too much…” I pant, only to be met with the same words I have said so many times to Elena.

“My good girl can take it.” Conor is breathless and unrelenting. “You’ll keep coming for me until I spill into your cunt. Because you want me to mark it as mine.”

Fisting the sheets, I cry out in pleasure as Conor fucks orgasm after orgasm from me—each of them crashing through my body like waves against the shore. My whole body shakes against the bed, and my pussy relentlessly spasms around his cock.

“Mine!” Conor painfully growls through gritted teeth, his cock twitching as he spills inside of me. Abruptly pulling out, he shoots a ribbon of cum against my thumb-filled asshole and plunges his cock back into my pussy. Now buried deep in my cunt, he works his thumb in and out of me, pushing his cum into my ass.

“Good fucking girl,” he praises me as he catches his breath. “Your cunt and your arse . Both of these tight little holes are mine.”

Conor climbs off the bed and returns with a damp wash cloth. Wiping it over my body, he cleans me with the same thorough tenderness that I did Elena after he claimed her. Dropping the cloth on the floor, he slides into bed and between the two of us. Elena and I both nuzzle into him—our heads resting on his chest and his arms wrapped around each of us.

I lovingly stroke Elena’s face as Conor places a soft kiss against my forehead and then hers. “My girls…”