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She brushed her fingers against mine while chatting with her husband about his work tonight. I gazed down at them and pushed mine against hers, light enough to make it seem unintentional, but my heart was pounding.

I didn’t know why my body reacted this way around her. We had done way dirtier things than brush our fingers against each other. She had literally thrust a dildo into both of us yesterday. But … gosh, I felt like I had my first crush all over again.

And I was sure these feelings weren’t going to disappear. But I had to remember that my job this year was to be nothing more than their dirty little toy.

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constantino

Halfway to Italy, I peered over at Riccardo, Vincent, and a couple of my guards, passed the fuck out, diagonal from us. Laila and Sage were sleeping in front of me, Sage’s head leaning on Laila’s shoulder, Laila’s cheek on Sage’s hair. Their skirts riding up their legs.

I drew my tongue across my lower teeth.

No panties either? Had they planned that?

Once I placed my glass down, I stood and walked over to them. I gently pulled Sage’s tablet from her arms to put it away and spotted the drawing of Laila she had been working on while my wife slept. I sucked in a sharp breath at how detailed it was.

One day, I’d pay Sage to create a mural of Laila for me to hang in my office.

After depositing the tablet into Sage’s Hermès bag, I gently placed Laila’s leg over Sage’s and parted their pretty little legs. I knelt between Laila’s while gently rubbing their cunts, careful not to wake anyone yet.

My tongue traced the slit between her folds, and I placed my mouth on her pussy. I flicked my tongue across her clit, eating her pretty little pussy as my dick hardened inside my suit pants, my balls warm and heavy.

Laila shifted slightly, her hand finding Sage’s hand on the armrest, fingers intertwining. I grunted and unzipped my pants, wanting to be inside her now. So, I scooped her into my arms and sat back down in my seat across from Sage, placing my wife on my lap so she faced our toy. She shifted in my arms again, slowly waking up.

“Go back to sleep,” I murmured in her ear.

“Wh-what are you doing?” she asked, blinking her eyes open as I slipped inside her.

“Enjoying you.”

Her pussy clenched around my cock, tighter and tighter the more she woke up. “Constantino,” she whispered, “your … your guards are here. What if they wake up and—”

“And see my wife riding my cock?” I asked. “Then, I’ll have to kill them.”

She tightened even more, her gaze dropping to Sage, who shifted in her seat and slowly opened her eyes. I wrapped my arm around my wife’s waist and leaned her back against me, letting Sage watch me fuck her.

Humming to herself, she blinked a few times and then pressed her legs together. Laila clenched.

“C-come here,” she whispered to Sage.

“Eat my wife’s pussy,” I said to her.

Sage glanced behind her at the guards, then slowly moved over to us, dropping to her knees in front of my wife. I pounded up into her, my balls slapping against her bare pussy. Sleepy-eyed Sage pressed her mouth to Laila’s cunt and flicked her clit.

Laila laced her hand into Sage’s hair. “His balls too.”

Fuck.

I buried myself deeper into my wife and grunted when Sage dipped her head and sucked both my balls into her mouth, gently kneading them with her tongue. They popped out, and she moved back to Laila’s clit.

Back and forth and back and forth.

“Baby,” she murmured, leaning back further against me and gripping Sage’s hair tighter, “d-don’t stop. You’re going to make me … you’re going to make me c-come …” She slapped a hand over her mouth and drew her legs together, body trembling all over me.

When she finished, I sat Sage on my lap next. She curled her fingers into my shoulders and lowered herself onto me, her mouth on Laila’s as my wife’s tongue slid between her lips.

God, they are so fucking sexy together.

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