Page 50 of Mastered By Lust

After smoothing my palm over her heated skin again, I decide she’s had enough punishment. I run my fingers over her pussy lips again, loving how wet and soft she is. Slippery like satin. I slide two fingers inside. She squeezes reflexively around me. Fuck. If only my fingers were my cock instead.

“You’re paying for this night.” I level my gaze at Gage. “What do you want to see?”

He smirks. “Everything.”

Yeah, I can fucking doeverything. Maybe he has some kind of cuck fantasy. I don’t care if it means I get to be with Leah.

I stand, bringing Leah up with me. “I’m going to fuck you, baby. And he’s going to watch like the pervert he is, getting off on the show.”

She holds tightly to my arms. “Yes. Please, yes.”

Gage hands me a condom. I take off my shirt, kick off my shoes and socks, shove down my jeans and underwear, put on the rubber.

“You ready, baby?” I ask.

Leah nods, her eyes on my dick.

“Up you go.” I lift her. She wraps her legs around me. She’s so wet, there’s barely any resistance as I slide in. Just the hot, snug fit of her surrounding me.

“Dmitri,” she gasps.

Her sweet scent envelops me. I stare into those beautiful, bright blue eyes. The little bits of amber are overtaken by her lust-dilated pupils. I can’t help but kiss her parted lips.

Fuck, I’m going to blow in five pumps if I’m not careful.

I slow down my movements.

Leah tightens her legs and tries to make me go faster.

“No.” My voice is raspy with need. “Want to savor it. Savor you.”

As I thrust into her, Gage moves closer. He holds a small bottle of lube, and uncaps it.

“We’re good right now, thanks,” I say.

“It isn’t for her cunt.” He drizzles some lube over his fingers. “It’s for her ass.”

“What?” Leah turns her head to look at him, like she hopes she heard him wrong.

I laugh. I love the horror on her face, like he suggested she streak naked down Caro Boulevard or blow an entire football team.

“I believe you’ll enjoy it, baby girl.” Gage gets behind her and kisses her shoulder. “And if you don’t, you have a safe word.”

She gasps and I see his arm moving. He’s touching her there while I fuck her.

Extra pressure against my dick, and Leah moans in a sort of pained pleasure that makes me even harder. Goddamn, I love the sounds she makes.

“Good girl.” Gage kisses her shoulder again. “Good girl, you can take my fingers. Feels nice, doesn’t it?”

“I don’t—I don’t know.” Her breath comes in pants.

“You do know, but you don’t want to admit it because it’s so dirty and you want to be a good girl.” I get an idea. “Time to switch positions.”

Still holding Leah in my arms, I back up to the bench and sit. Gage has to pull out of her ass.

Leah’s forehead wrinkles in consternation. “It feels so wrong.”

“You’re doing great.” I kiss her again, tugging her lower lip between my teeth. “Lie down against me.”

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