Page 50 of Alfie, Darling

‘Yes.’

A sharp slap against my ass took my breath away. ‘Yes, Sir.’

‘When we play this game, you play it properly. Otherwise, I’ll put you over my goddamned knee and redden your arse properly.’

I heard a zip behind me and practically salivated at the thought of riding his metal-studded dick. ‘Do you want a condom, or do you want me to fill you up with my cum like you deserve?’

‘I can’t get pregnant,’ I said. Petros ran his hands up my thighs and squeezed gently. ‘They took that too.’

Did my admission ruin the moment? A wave of anxiety swept through me.

‘Then you’ll take my cum in your cunt like a good little slut.’

Alfie sat back on the pearl-covered table and fitted me over his cock, holding me off him until I began to writhe in desperation.

‘Look how beautiful you are,’ Petros cooed, slowing his pace to kiss my clit in the most maddening way. ‘I could spend weeks kissing every single part of you.’

His words filled me in a different way than Alfie’s did. The adoration filled the cracks my trauma had carved into my heart, while Alfie’s dirty, degrading words lit a fire in the mended chambers.

‘A beautifully needy cock-whore,’ Alfie said, using his hands to force my hips down. His cock spread me in the most delicious way, crudely displaying me for Petros.

‘Look how well you take his cock, beautiful. Every last inch.’ Petros slid his mouth back over my clit before darting his tongue down over the small piece of Alfie’s cock remaining visible.

The combo of both a mouth and dick pleasuring me at the same time was mind-blowing. I leaned back against Alfie’s chest, our skin slickening between us. He pistoned his cock, each thrust coinciding with a sweep of Petros’ tongue.

‘Soon enough, we’ll fill all your holes, Harriet. Maybe even share your cunt. Can you imagine stretching enough so we could fuck each other inside you? Use your pussy like our own personal Fleshlight.’

A shudder took over my body.

So close.

I reached out and threaded my fingers through Petros’ hair, the silken strands giving me enough purchase to ride them both. Alfie slid his hands beneath my knees and spread me wide in his lap. Bouncing me on his cock, he let out a groan.

‘Come for us,’ Petros moaned against my clit, his tongue lashing at me.

‘Show us what a dirty little cunt you are,’ Alfie whispered in my ear.

I couldn’t fight the sheer bliss that stole through my body. Coming between them sent fireworks behind my eyes. My body juddered and quaked, Alfie gripped my hips painfully hard as he slammed me down onto his thick cock.

‘Holy fucking shit,’ he groaned in my ear. ‘Take every fucking drop.’

And I did.

THIRTY-FOUR

PETROS

Alfie’s cum bubbled out of Harriet’s cunt with every shuddering plunge of his cock. From my position between her thighs, I got to see every tremor of both of their bodies up close. I looked inside myself, searching for the jealousy that I felt should have been there. Only a desire for more lay beneath the surface. For more pleasure. For more connection. More love.

There was no guarantee that Harriet or Alfie would truly want that—that this wasn’t just three broken people needing a vacation from their reality for a short time. But I hoped that I could have them both. The woman who I’d spent years trying to put back together using my devotion as glue, and the man who came into my life and knocked me off my feet with his gregarious charm.

Leaning forward, I licked the dripping cum from them, moaning at the combined taste of them.

Alfie groaned while Harriet squirmed in his lap, his spent cock still deep inside of her.

‘You’re going to stay here until Petros has you good and desperate, and until my cock is ready to take you again. A cock-warmer for us. And after you are begging for us to take you, we will. Both of us at either end of you.’ Alfie’s voice was clipped, his words faltering every time I swept my mouth from her cum-coated cunt to his balls.

‘You taste so fucking good,’ I moaned. ‘Both of you.’

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