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Cameron is beating himself off so hard in the corner of the room, he’s grunting like a lecher, a layer of sweat covering his face and chest. And the fact that he’s obviously turned on by what I’m doing to Ruby gives me the highest tide of confidence imaginable.

Gives me an explosion of determination. I settle my aching inches against her hole, gritting my teeth as I work the head inside, then suction her mouth to mine and rear my hips back…

Cameron

Oh shit.

I’m almost delirious with lust watching this scene play out in front of me.

Yanked straight out of my wildest, most guarded fantasies.

Dean is huge on top of petite Ruby, muscling his cock inside of her while her white, knee-high socks flail, the skirt rucked up around her belly.

“Too big!”

“No. It’s just right, baby,” he growls. “Because I fucking say it is.”

She starts to protest again, but he silences her, using his tongue on her mouth with the same carnality he used between her legs, hitting her with deep, dominant strokes until her knees go limp and she’s purring under his care.

I’m leaking from my tip watching it happen, and I know I need to slow down, because I don’t want to finish before this is over, but I can’t slow down, despite how ominous the weight in my balls feels.

Sweat is dripping down the sides of my face, onto my shoulders and pecs.

I’m trapped in the perfect, golden dream.

I never want to come out.

My breath accelerates as Dean’s hips move in a slow lurch forward.

He growls into Ruby’s mouth as he meets resistance, his hand closing around her throat, then he punches home, driving her tight body up the bed.

And he bellows like a conqueror while she whimpers, her back arched beneath him.

Butt scooting right to left to find comfort.

“Are you hurting, baby?” he asks thickly, throat muscles straining.

“A little,” she says, clutching at his shoulders.

He nuzzles their mouths together. “That’s the price you pay for being so fucking sweet, isn’t it? You made a big dick hard and now you have to take it.”

“You think I’m sweet, Daddy?” she whispers, accepting his tongue, trailing her nails along his broad shoulders.

“Do I think you’re sweet?” His ass is starting to flex with the need to thrust. “You’re the sweetest creation on the face of the earth.”

She shifts around beneath him, gasping.

“Keep that up and I’ll start banging like a fiend, little girl,” Dean manages between pants. “Once I start, I ain’t stopping, so lie still and get used to me.”

“I’m…almost…r-ready…” She breathes in and out for another few moments, then raises her arms up, settling her crossed wrists above her head. And she rolls her hips in a way that makes Dean bray like a beast. “There. I’m ready for my owner.”

“Oh Jesus Christ,” he grits out, bearing down on her, his lower body lifting up and scooping down, shuddering as he grinds deep, deep inside her pliant body while she wails his title. “There’s my girl. Give Daddy what he’s been aching for.”

“No more aches,” she pouts.

Holy shit. If I hadn’t ejaculated so recently, my spend would be all over the floor by now.

As it is, I’m hanging on by a thread, watching Dean fuck Ruby, harder and harder, the bed rocking faster, faster, the headboard crashing off the wall.

His breathing is ragged, jaw slack, his balls bouncing off her young ass.

And it’s the way she’s looking up at him in awe, with the utmost respect and hero worship, that turns my crank the hardest. She’s having her body ransacked with no quarter and all she can do is look horny and grateful.

“I want to be the one who shares this bed with you,” she purrs, lifting her snug-looking cunt in time to his drives. “That’s how I want to be spoiled. Not with clothes and jewelry. I want to be your favorite.”

“You are , little girl.” He flattens her with a growl, tight slams of his hips that grow progressively violent. “Believe me, you and this little fuck hole would be any man’s favorite.”

“Show me you mean it,” she murmurs, opening her knees wider and allowing him to plow another inch deeper. “Move me in here.”

“ Baby …”

“Kick her out,” she whispers, barely audible, but I can read her lips. Can read the wicked intention in her innocent blue eyes. “Make me the mommy.”

A saint would come after that—and Dean is far from a saint.

That becomes clear a second later when he drives Ruby up the bed with a monster drive, grinding deep and rough, roaring into her neck to signal the overstimulation of his body.

He comes so hard, I can hear the thick liquid squishing into her little cunt, his hips rocketing up and back to stuff it in deeper, deeper, deeper.

“Daddy!” she gasps, her own climax rendering her stiff, arched, then shaking. “Oh Daddy, your come is so hot. It feels so good!”

Good lord. That’s my cue.

One more tight slide of my fist and I fire a spurt of semen across the hard wood floor, followed by another, another, my throat straining from the volume of my moans.

It’s a three-way euphoria filling the room, lighting it in a violet haze, all of us collapsing under its power, delirium stealing through the tutor and her two obsessive lovers.