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Like two twins recognizing each other after decades of staying apart.

So maybe it’s not that I’m bi or that I’m suddenly attracted to women. Maybe I just wanther.

“Angel,” I say, eyes focused only on her now. “My sweet little slut. Here is what we’ll do.”

She tilts her head to the side, curious but silent, and I release a shuddering breath, letting go of everything that holds me back. Nothing exists right now. Nothing but her, me, and the things I will do to her.

“I want you to take my cock out and worship it with your mouth.”

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Harlow

I thought I was wiped out. Numb and stripped of everything, I just waited for instruction and was glad when it came. But Silas’s words whip through the static in my head, and my eerie calm dissipates. I can feel again. I can think.

And the first thing I feel is startled triumph. I feel genuinely giddy, because a part of me wanted Silas tonight, and I had to talk it down to not be disappointed. Because he’s gay. Obviously, he doesn’t fuck girls. That he wants me despite that…it means something. It’s huge.

Despite the giddy feeling, the first thing I think is that he’s fucking with me. For a moment, I cringe with embarrassment, a crazy suspicion fleeting through my mind. What if Silas can read my thoughts? He has this uncanny ability to recognize what I need. Did he see it, too? That I want him?

Is he going to turn it into something twisted and cruel to make me suffer?

I don’t care, I think as I reach up, my hands shaking.As long as I get to be with him like this, I don’t care what happens later.

He stands perfectly still as I undo his belt, his chest rising and falling fast. His eyes are on me, glittering shards of glass, and his expression betrays nothing. Behind me, Jack groans, but he doesn’t say anything. I’m glad. I don’t want him to interrupt this.

As I ease Silas’s hard cock out of his pants, I wonder if he’s pierced, too. But no. He’s uncut and unadorned, completely bare and so deliciously heavy in my hand. I squeeze him lightly and hesitate, looking up at his face.

His lips are parted, face sharp, nostrils flaring with every quick breath. Finally, it registers fully. He’s hard for me. He actually wants my mouth on him. And that’s all I need.

I lean in, kissing the head of his cock until my lips are sticky with precum. He stiffens, letting out a ragged breath, his fists clenching at his sides. I look up, lick my lips staring right into his eyes, and smile. And then, I kiss him again.

“Fuck, princess.”

I don’t turn to look at Jack, but the tone of his voice makes me think he’s aroused again. And it’s so crazy after everything we’ve done, but I am, too.

I drop my head lower, lifting Silas’s cock gently up, and lick from his ball sack up his shaft, all the way to the leaking tip. His hips buck, a sharp movement he arrests before he smacks my face, and I hum, doing it again, deliberately slowly.

He wanted me to worship him, didn’t he? Not get him off. So I tease him, curious what he’ll do. Can I even get him to lose control? I’d love that but I’m doubtful. Silas is like a fortress. Nothing gets in.

Well, almost nothing.

I move up and tongue the small slit, gently pushing the tip inside. His hips jerk like he wants to stuff his cock in my mouth, and I draw back a bit until he’s still. I do it again, just lapping at the slit as if trying to get to something delicious inside.

I get more precum for my troubles, which I greedily lick off. When Silas shifts, his fast breaths ruffling the hair on the top of my head, I make my way down his shaft, peppering it with kisses.

“Didn’t know you could be so coy, little bird,” Caden says. He sounds gritty, like he really wants to fuck me, too.

“You’re so fucking patient, man,” Jack says, sounding a bit breathless.

And this is it. The climax of this night for me. All three of them panting after me like dogs chasing a bitch in heat.

I moan and gently suck one ball into my mouth, stroking it with my tongue. Then the other. Silas is tense and completely quiet, but his strong thighs shake with little tremors. As I move up his shaft to lick up the precum trickling down, his cock twitches against my mouth. I glance up, noticing the persistent tick in Silas’s temple as he stares at me with dark, threatening eyes.

I make as if to take him in my mouth, and he releases a shuddering breath. I back up at the last moment, blowing lightly at the wet head of his cock, and return to kissing his shaft. He makes a low, blood-chilling sound that makes unease crawl up my spine, and I tense, waiting.

“You had your fucking fun. My turn.”

So still before, he jumps into action. His hands twist in my hair, pulling me roughly off his cock. I look up, a pulse of fear beating in my chest, and flinch when I see the snarl on his face. His teeth are bared, eyes intense, and he looks like he’s about to kill me.

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