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The look of adulation and desire on their faces is enough to make me cum—screaming and shaking on Ronan’s cock.

The clutch of my pussy muscles sends Ronan arcing off the counter—nearly forcing Mavren out of Ronan’s tight asshole as he cums inside me—Mavren pulling out of Ronan’s asshole just as Ronan lays slack on the counter; Mavren pumping his own load onto my ass as he watches Ronan’s seed drip from my still-pulsing pussy.

“Jesus, Mary, Fuck—that was like some porno shit right there. Are you kidding me!?” Teddy exclaims, stumbling into the kitchen—practically star struck by his fellow pack members.

Lysander trails after—his eyes never leaving me, my pussy leaking Ronan’s cum—Mavren’s cum still in white pools on my tanned ass cheeks.

“Here, let’s get you down off that counter and to a bath or something,” Ronan groans as he makes his way down, smacking a kiss on Mavren’s lips as he rounds the island past him.

“Oh. Don’t you fucking dare!” Ash calls from the top of the stairs—his hard white cock in his fist.

“Y’all didn’t even wake me and then you’re going to tap out?” he scoffs—making his way directly to the counter—my ass still hiked in the air—my head resting on my folded arms as I continue to catch my breath.

Ash leans forward and laps up a bead of Mavren’s cum off my ass.

I watch, as Lysander leans toward Ash and my cum filled pussy—entranced.

“C’mere,” Ash rumbles at Lysander. “If these philistines aren’t going to teach you about this—might as well be me.” He beckons, Lysander leaning in eagerly.

I watch in the reflection of the highly polished refrigerator as Ash laves at the pearly dribbles along the lips of my pussy, leaning back so that Lysander might use his own glossa to lap the opalescent cum oozing from my cunt.

I groan with unexpected pleasure as Ash probes deeper with his tongue—extracting more of Ronan’s seed before passing it to Lysander through a deep, open-mouthed kiss.

“That’s all you get for now, Sandy—I’m using the rest of it as lube,” Ash grunts, pulling me carefully to the edge of the counter by my hips, helping to ease my knees over the stone edge of the kitchen island so that I’m bent over it—my legs dangling.

It doesn’t take Ash long—between all the excitement and the sensitivity of his morning wood—he barely manages a full minute of pounding my pussy before he adds his load to the others; finishing the assault on my weapons grade birth control for the morning.

Chapter Thirty-Two

Ursula

Despite the fact that we’re all exhausted enough to roll right back into bed after our morning exertions, we make a valiant show of rallying—getting ourselves washed up, dressed, and ready for the first of two mixers for the day.

Our time on the island has been so incredible that I had almost forgotten that we’d actually have to interact with other contestants—most of whom I would have been happy never to see again in my life.

When Kimmy and Timmy arrive to ferry us to the beach for the oceanside barbecue and social, I hide in the bathroom an extra five minutes, contemplating faking sick—my nerves rattling my insides so that I’m worried I might actually throw up, excuses aside.

I blot my lips in the mirror and over analyze my silhouette—my red one piece faintly visible beneath the pale yellow linen shirt dress I’ve tossed on over it, my wide brimmed straw hat tilted back on my head, and heart shaped sunglasses perched on my nose.

“You almost ready, Princess?” Teddy calls as he raps on the bathroom door.

“I’ll be out in two shakes!” I assure him, fluffing the curls where they peek out from the hat—my other hand already on the doorknob.

We arrive at the beach—only the second pack to arrive. Lana and her pack are already on the beach volleyball court playing a game.

Though Lana halts mid-serve, the rest of her pack turns slightly to watch as we make our way toward an umbrella, ournames written on small chalkboards hanging off the backs of 6 different beach loungers.

Seeing that we weren’t the crowd they were interested in, Lana and her pack go back to their game of volleyball—not even bothering to come greet us.

“Wow, you weren’t kidding when you said that the reception might be a bit chilly,” Ash scoffs a laugh—peeking contemptuously over his sunglasses at Lana and her three beaus.

“Oh, this isn’t even bad.” I shake my head, slipping my massive hat off and tossing my hair, before I flop down onto my seat. “Just wait until the captain of my anti-fan club arrives.” I shudder, and Mavren takes a seat on the lounger beside me—casually throwing his arm around my shoulders.

“You’ve got nothing to worry about with your five biggest fans right here.” Mavren smooches a kiss down into the part of my hair, tucking one of my curls absently behind my ear as he helps scoot me over—allowing Ash to take a seat on the other side of me—his septum piercing clacking loudly against the arm of my sunglasses as he swoops in to place a kiss on my temple.

“Trust me, I couldn’t care less that she’s going to be here. And if she thinks that she’s going to give you a hard time while we’re around? She’s going to be very unpleasantly surprised,” Ash mumbles under his breath as he gives my hand a reassuring squeeze.

All of our heads turn as Allie and her pack arrive. I’m not sure if I feel better or worse that Lana’s pack also ignores Allie and her three suitors; their volleyball game paused for a moment then resumed without so much as a wave.

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