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CHAPTER SEVEN

ELENA

“Are you going to come for us?” Conor gravelly whispers, his tongue dragging along the shell of my ear. Roughly gripping the skin above my hips, he forces me to keep my pace. Victoria swirls her tongue around my clit before she draws it into her mouth as her eyes lock onto mine. Holding my stare, she sucks relentlessly and teases the swollen nub with her tongue, practically forcing me to scream my answer to Conor’s question.

“Yes,” I breathlessly exhale. “I’m so fucking close.”

Conor fills me unlike any cock—or toy—I’ve ever had, his piercing sliding along my walls with every gyration. The fullness of him and Victoria’s ever-talented tongue has me hovering on the brink. Spreading me wider, she grinds the hard flat of her tongue against my clit, and it’s my undoing. Desperately crying out in pleasure, I clench around Conor, and he nips the crook of my shoulder. “You feel so fucking good, quivering around me,” he groans against my neck.

Vic doesn’t stop her assault on my clit. Instead, she licks and sucks with greater fervor, demanding another orgasm from me. Licking up my neck, Conor taunts, “Your Madame seems very eager to watch you come all over my cock again.”

“Three more for me.” Victoria pulls her arousal-covered lips from my clit, temporarily replacing them with her vigorously strumming fingers. “And then I’ll let him fuck you exactly how you want.”

Burying her face back between my thighs, she quickly pulls two more orgasms from me. Her short, manicured nails dig into the flesh of my shaking thighs as I teeter between the pleasure and pain from the repeated laps of her tongue.

Grinding his hips into me from below, Conor’s heavy, warm breaths waft over my breast. “When she makes you come… How do you want to be fucked?”

“Hard… Rough… Feeling your firm hands…” I pant between labored breaths, “Knowing you can have me… however you want.” He tightens his fingers around my throat, giving me a small taste of what I’m asking for, and I unfurl for them. My whole body shakes as another orgasm explodes through me, and I cry out my release.

“Such a good girl,” Victoria praises, leaning back on her heels and wiping her fingers through the arousal glistening over her chin. A pleased smile on her face, she stares past me to Conor. “Such a good boy, too. Waiting so patiently to fuck her the way you’re used to.”

Victoria slowly spreads her knees, her already short skirt inching up to her hips, revealing to us both that she is pantiless. She slips her fingers coated with my arousal between her thighs, her middle and index fingers disappearing inside her. “I’m going to enjoy watching you fuck her,” Vic informs Conor as she begins to ride her hand. When she turns her attention to me, she rocks over her fingers. “Almost as much as I’m going to enjoy watching you get used like the little slut you want to be.”

Wrapping a firm arm around my waist and the other across my breasts, Conor pins me against him. His chest presses against my back as he takes a deep breath. “You might be her slut, but you’re going to be good fucking girl for me,” he whispers against the side of my face. I barely manage to gasp before he begins pounding into me from below. His girthy length repeatedly fills me, as both of us enjoy Vic pleasuring herself, as we grunt through his savage thrusts. “My good… fucking girl… needs to come… for me .”

“Fuck!” I squeal, gripping the upholstered arms of the chair as I come solely from the massive cock slamming into me.

Using his hold around my hips and chest, Conor lifts us from the chair with ease and carries me to the bed. Growling, he tosses me onto it. “I’m nowhere near done with you yet. Pet that sweet kitty, keep it purring for me.”

Turning on his heel, he extends a hand to Victoria. She rises to her feet, and he cups her face. “And like it or not, while I might be her gift tonight, I’m done with you yet, either.” His lips crash against hers, and I’m surprised at her willingness to allow his tongue between her lips. While kissing her hard and deep, he rids her of her sheer blouse and walks her to the bed. The two of them climb on beside me before finally breaking their passionate embrace.

“Your pussy tastes fucking incredible from her lips.” Conor slides down the bed and between my thighs. “But I bet it tastes even fucking better on my tongue.” He licks the length of me, his delighted groan vibrating over my clit.

“Now you know why she’s my sweet girl,” Victoria shares before reclaiming my lips. With the taste of me still on her tongue, she plunders my mouth until Conor has her swallowing my screams as he demands another orgasm with his tongue.

Conor leaves a wet trail of kisses over my soft stomach and up my breasts, giving me a moment of reprieve from the overwhelming euphoria. Pressed against my entrance, he pins my hands above my head and slides the entirety of himself back into me. His rough hand grips my thigh, and he yanks it over his hip so he can take me even deeper than before. Lying beside me, legs splayed, Victoria watches us and rubs over her clit.

“You feel so fucking good,” Conor grunts between thrusts. The curved barbell running under the ridge of his thick head grinds against my G-spot, and I can’t stop the wave from washing over me again. “And watching you come is fucking addicting.”

Releasing my hands and slowing his thrusts, he glances over at Victoria who’s vigorously working her fingers into her pussy. With my hand to pressed against his mouth, he kisses my palm before whispering against it, “Be a good girl and help your Madame.”