Page 164 of Succumbed

She obeys immediately, breathing sharply through her nose as I curl an arm under the bar, holding it in the crook of my elbow. With my other hand, I line my cock up with her entrance, barely pushing in.

“Give me another,” I command.

As she follows my order, breathing deep into her belly, I thread my other arm through the bar. The position gives me the leverage to pull her up and toward me with every thrust, hitting the deepest parts of her. Lex begins to exhale, and I yank the bar, snapping my hips toward her at the same time. Her greedy pussy sucks me in and clamps down so hard I curse, closing my eyes against the pleasure rushing through me.

Her scream as I bottom out, hips smacking against her ass roughly, is fucking music to my ears.

“That’s it, little whore,” I pant, jerking the bar in time with my hips, bringing us together forcefully with each aggressive thrust. “You know what I want.”

“Oh god, Declan,” Lex gasps, voice hoarse. “You’re so deep, fuck.”

I shift, changing the angle of the bar slightly, and she cries out. Brow furrowing in concentration, I hold her in that position, pounding relentlessly into her G-spot as she starts to tremble. The walls of her pussy tighten around me, the slick sound of us coming together nearly overwhelming.

“I’m so close,” she pants, core clenching. “Fuck, don’t stop, Declan, please…”

Reaching down with one hand, I swirl my thumb roughly against her clit as she starts to come. She screams as her body contracts, cunt tightening fiercely as she rides out wave after wave. I pump through it, sweat beading as I fight to hold my own orgasm at bay.

As she melts back into the bed, I slip the bar over my head. It braces against my shoulders as I lean forward to drive her into the mattress. Mewling, body still trembling with aftershocks, Lex tries to meet me thrust for thrust.

“That’s it,” I grit out, my orgasm building in the base of my spine. “Fucking love your tight little cunt, Lex.”

Dipping down, I kiss her savagely, all teeth and tongue. She moans, kissing me back, as her pussy tries to drag my orgasm from me.

“Fuck,” I groan, hips stuttering.

Leaning my head against her neck, I lazily work us both through the aftershocks. Lex is hypersensitive, her breath catching with each slow press of my body against her where we’re joined.

“I fucking love you, boss,” I mutter, pressing a kiss to the hollow of her throat.

She gasps a laugh, boneless and sated. “I fucking love you, Wilde.”

“And while I fucking love you both, you need to hurry the fuck up.”

I push to my knees and look over my shoulder at Linc. Leaning up against the open doorway in black slacks and a pale green button up, he’s already dressed for the party.

“Fine,” I huff, reaching up to release Lex from the ankle cuffs on the bar. “How long were you standing there?”

“Walked up around the time Lex started to come.”

“You asshole. You heard her getting close, didn’t you?”

He chuckles as I climb off the bed and grab my boxer briefs, pulling them on. His eyes drift behind me, his pupils blowing as he catches sight of my handiwork.

“Holy fuck, you actually did it.”

My naughty Christmas ribbon fantasy may have come up once or twice in the last few weeks.

“Hey, sweetheart,” Lex calls, her voice rough.

“Hey, gorgeous. You look…goddamn. We’re buying a metric fuck ton of ribbon this weekend, okay?”

She giggles, breathy and soft, as I untie her wrists. Wincing slightly as she draws her arms down, she bites her lip and groans as I massage her reddened skin with my thumbs.

“Don’t just stand there, asshole. Come help.”

“Don’t have to tell me twice,” Linc quips.

He pulls the door closed and goes to the other side of the bed, working on her other wrist. As he does, his eyes rake over our lover, his gaze lingering on the wet mess between her thighs and the purpling marks on her breasts.

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