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I crouch down and lean in, running my tongue through her folds. I swore if I was going to do anything tonight, I would finally get to taste her. My eyes roll back as the coke kicks in, and I feel fucking invincible. Mac tastes like every fantasy come true. I bury my face in her pussy to try and lick up every precious drop. The first orgasm is quick and dirty, and I’m feeling pretty fucking good with myself when I remember something Matthew said to me. I stand up and go over to the cupboard, pulling it open. There are closed packages of brand-new sex toys for the members’ pleasure. I pick up a small butt plug and a bottle of lube and return to the fainting couch. I crack open the package and pull the rubber toy out, coating it generously with lube. Returning to her, I rub some extra lube around her asshole, using my finger to push some into her. She tenses for a moment but slowly relaxes, and her words become jumbled as she begs for more. I feel a smile stretch across my lips. I love how responsive she is. I just wish she was in her right mind and coherent.

Once the plug is in, I finger fuck her into another quick orgasm before pulling away and stripping my clothes off. Her eyes are still glued to the two on the bed, but I want her attention on me, so I move in front of her and feed her my cock. She instantly responds, taking it deep into her mouth, gagging a little at how forceful I am. I stroke her hair and tell her she’s a good girl, and she relaxes her throat, taking me deeper. She’s the perfect little submissive, and I look forward to having more time to explore this side of her. I slowly fuck her mouth for a few moments, and she lavishes my cock with attention, but I watch as her hands creep back to her pussy. The orgasm only gave her momentary relief with the Molly rolling through her system.

“Hands off, that’s my pussy to play with.” I lean over and slap her ass, and she yelps around my cock but practically purrs when I rub the sting away. I see her relax even further. Good to know. I pull out and return to the other side. Reaching down, I roll her over so she’s facing me before kissing her. She responds eagerly, her tongue meeting mine stroke for stroke, and when I pull out and bite it, she moans wantonly.

I stand up and rub my cock through her folds. Her eyes roll, and she lets her head drop back. All the blood is going to run to her head in this position. I wrap my hand around her throat as I slowly slide my cock into her pussy, tightening my grip. Her eyes widen before they roll and drift closed, her groan louder than the noises Miller is making as I work myself into her. It takes a bit of work with the plug in her ass.

“Please fuck me, fuck me hard,” she begs, and I don’t wait any longer, I plunge into her hard, wrapping my other hand around her throat as well as I pound into her. It only takes a couple of strokes, and her pussy clamps down hard, her body convulsing as she flies into her first orgasm. It takes all my willpower and looking at Ry and Miller to stop my own orgasm from exploding through my body. I ride her through the first one before driving her into another, dropping my hands from her throat to pluck her nipples and clit. I’m not gentle, but it makes no difference to Mac. She’s flying high, and she begs for more.

Her second orgasm washes over her, and she floods where we’re joined with her desire. Still, she begs and pleads for more, so I pull out and flip her over again. Her body is pliant and loose, and she’s mostly mindless at this stage. I press against the plug in her butt before gently removing it and replacing it with my cock. I push in a little, and she shouts out loud. I pause, worried I’ve gone too far, but when I focus on her words, she’s pleading and begging me to fuck her ass. That’s enough permission for me, and I slowly push forward. I’m not small, and it’s tight. I don’t want to hurt her, but eventually, I’m balls deep. Just like her pussy, her ass grips my cock like a glove, and I feel my toes curl with my impending orgasm. I clench my cheeks and breathe, but she continues to squirm. I slap her ass cheeks, and she squeals and flinches, her ass tightening around me even harder. A moan rips free as I rub a hand over her plump cheek, my red palm print a blazing slash across her pale skin.

“Max, please,” she sobs, and I finally give in.

Holding her hips hard enough to leave fingerprints, I destroy her body in the most delicious way. It only takes a couple of strokes, and she screams loudly. If anyone is listening, there is no doubt about what’s going on in here. Her orgasm batters her body, and she becomes limp. I manhandle her, pulling her up against my chest. She is sweaty, and her skin slips against mine, but it gives me a tighter angle, and I fuck her for a couple more strokes before I empty my load into her, praising her and whispering words of encouragement the whole time.

If I didn’t know before, I certainly know now that this girl is mine and my team’s, and she is fucking perfect for all of us.

Chapter 33

The club night is a complete disappointment. We spend most of the night lounging in their hired room, fucking over and over again until Miller and I come down from our highs. I’m exhausted, and Max and Ry do a good job with our aftercare, bringing us water and snacks provided for the members. They completely monopolize us, much to the disgust of the rest of the patrons and Matthew’s glee. He made bank off Miller and I, and ensured Max and Ry were well and truly on the hook. Anders drives us both home afterward, where we proceed to spend the day in bed. Martha looked at us with worried eyes and fussed slightly when we got up the following evening, but we had to go to work again, so we didn’t have to listen to her berate us over and over again.

The rest of the weekend flies by. Matthew doesn’t come into the club on Saturday night, and its business as usual. Miller loses his shit at one of Keith’s suggestive remarks, though, and Anders has to separate them. Keith keeps his mouth shut after that. Carla doesn’t come in all weekend, but Meri and Sam are present physically, even if their minds are altered chemically.

We’re in the middle of French class on Monday, with Stella being her normal, bitchy self, when someone’s phone alarm blares through the room.

“Whoever that is, turn it off now,” she calls, glaring at all of us. Lathan winces and pulls his phone out of his pocket. He looks at the screen and blanches before he stands up.

“I have to go, it’s an emergency.” He picks up his bag and bolts out of the classroom. Ry stands up and shakes his head. “Sorry, Ms. Standish, but he must have forgotten I’m his ride.” With that, he leaves too. Miller and I exchange a glance, but there is no reason for either of us to leave, so we stay put.

“Why, I never!” Stella huffs, staring at the closed door.

“It might have to do with their dead friend,” Lucy says helpfully, which seems to appease Stella slightly.

The two of us have to endure the rest of the class, but the minute the bell rings, we’re both out of there. Miller pulls his phone out and checks his messages, but before I can leave the room, Stella calls my name.

“Ms. Walsh, a moment please.” Fuck, I don’t have time for her games, but I also can’t kill her in broad daylight—shame—so I tell Miller to go on without me, I’ll catch up.

“Do you want me to wait?” Jessica is by the door, and she’s looking between me and Stella with worry in her eyes.

“Ms. Walsh is a big girl. She doesn’t need you to hold her hand.” Stella dismisses Jessica with a wave of her hand. She looks at me, and I give her a small nod. Fuck, I eat bad guys for breakfast, and Stella is less than nothing.

Jessica closes the door behind her, and it’s just me and Stella. She doesn’t say anything, just looks down her nose at me. “What do you want, Ms. Standish? I’m going to be late for history.”

“Don’t think I don’t know where you were on Friday night,” she hisses, her eyes blazing with anger.

Huh, I was not expecting that. I knew the men were being idiots, thinking their significant others didn’t know about the sex club.

“Oh? You mean that I was working a private party for Matthew?” I say, acting confused. I’m not admitting to anything.

“That you were whoring yourself out to any man who had enough money to pay for you,” she sneers at me, and I smile, not rising to the bait.

“No, you’re wrong.” I shake my head, and her face flushes red with anger.

“You weren’t whoring yourself out? What would you call it?”

“Oh no, I was most definitely whoring myself out, but it wasn’t to any man who could pay for me. One man paid for the pleasure of having me all to himself for the night, and if you weren’t such a frigid bitch” —I nod to the purity ring on her finger— “then maybe he wouldn’t need to hire whores.”

With that mic drop, I leave the room. I hear her scream as I walk down the corridor and smile. She only wants to stir up trouble, and I desperately want to know what was on Lathan’s phone that made him bolt out of the room, so I don’t have time for her drama.

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