Page 55 of Rise of Temptation

“Did you hide lube in my office?” I ask.

He shrugs. “Sal did it a few weeks ago. All over the house, actually. He wanted to be prepared.”

“For you two to fuck in my house?” I clarify.

“For an orgy,” Sal corrects me before diving back into Elise’s mouth.

The next thing I know, Sal’s pants are around his knees while Frankie fucks him with two lubed fingers and strokes himself. I can see exactly where this is going, so I pick Elise up and set her on the floor facing the desk before helping her out of her dress and bra.

“Spread your legs,” I tell her, pushing her upper half down so she’s bent over my desk. “Fuck, you look perfect this way,” I groan, admiring the way her ass is sticking into the air.

Sal mimics her position, and I watch in fascination as his eyes roll back in his head. “Fucking fuck,” he says, shuddering in pleasure when Frankie fully seats himself in his ass.

“Such a wordsmith,” Frankie says wryly. “Why don’t you find a better use for your mouth?”

I wait until Elise and Sal have their lips locked and tongues tangled before finally impaling her with my erection. She cries out and reaches one hand up to hold the back of Sal’s head. His hand bypasses her head in favor of her tits, which I wish I could see right now. Every one of my thrusts pushes me a little deeper into the depths of her body, and the force of my hips against her ass must be sending her ample breasts flying.

I lean over her and continue to pound into her body, pressing her into the desk hard enough that I know she’ll have bruises on her hips when I’m done. Sal, I notice, isn’t touching himself, and I’m vaguely curious to see if he can come just from the pleasure he gets from Frankie’s cock.

That question slips my mind completely in the next moment when Elise’s walls clamp down around me. I pull her just far enough off the desk to be able to reach around her and touch her clit, and she detonates. She grips me so tightly with her pussy that I can barely move, but I manage to rock into her enough to push myself over the edge with her.

Frankie grunts, and I can see him jerking as he fills Sal’s ass with cum. The room grows quiet aside from our heavy breathing and then Sal stands up, his cock jutting up in front of him.

“Flip her over,” he tells me.

Sal

Enzo raises his brow at the command in my voice, but I wait calmly to see if he’ll do what I asked. Slowly, he steps away to let his cock slide out of her and then rolls Elise onto her back.

“Slide her this way.”

She looks up at me with a satisfied grin on her face and doesn’t protest when Enzo gently moves her closer to me. I help her the rest of the way until her head is hanging over the edge. Her eager hand reaches for my cock, and I step forward to makeit easier for her.

She wraps her lips around my crown, and I slowly rock into her, letting her adjust to my size at this new angle. With each gentle thrust, she takes me a little deeper until I can see the outline of my dick in her throat.

“Motherfucker,” I curse. I’ve never seen anything so erotic in my life. Combined with the feeling of Frankie’s cum dripping out of my ass, I know I’m not going to last long.

Enzo watches Elise taking my cock, and his gaze wanders over her curves, finally coming to rest between her thighs. “You better not let a drop of my cum drip onto this desk,” he warns her, stepping forward and using two fingers to push his release back into her body.

She moans around my dick, and I have to brace myself against the desk to stop myself from coming. But when Frankie’s finger enters my hole, mimicking Enzo’s possessive action, I lose control.

“Fuck! Swallow it,” I groan, sliding as far into Elise’s throat as I can and holding myself there while her nails dig into my thighs.

She takes every drop, gagging slightly at the intrusion but not complaining once I pull out.

I step back, and she sits up, looking around at all of us like she can’t believe what just happened.

“Joey’s going to be so fucking pissed,” she says.

Truer words have never been spoken.

Chapter 41

Joey

“We should do this more often,” I say, looking out over the crowd from my comfy seat in the VIP area. “It’s nice to be out at a club and not working.”

Sal, Frankie, and I are at Neon Nights. It’s a nice club, and it’s in our territory, but we don’t have anything to do with it. We come here occasionally for a night off. Typically, I’m on the hunt for someone to take home with me, but not tonight. I’m not even sure if I’ll go dance; fending off women sounds exhausting. But it’s still nice to be out and having a drink without being on the clock.

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