Page 33 of Twisted Ruck

I smiled. "First of many." Now I knew what it took, I'd do everything I could to make her do it again. And again. And again. And…

"That was fucking hot," Frost said.

I didn't know when he'd stepped over to sit on the side of the couch, but he was sitting there now, watching us. His track pants were down to his thighs, his cock was wrapped around his hand.

Chelsea clicked her tongue. "It would be a shame to make you do that yourself."

"It would." Storm stood to the side of the room, his arms crossed over his chest. "Crawl to him and suck him off."

A smile on the corners of her lips, she dropped to all fours and slowly crawled across the hardwood floor to Frost. Sheplaced her hands on his thighs and lowered her mouth, making his cock disappear past her lips.

Frost's eyes rolled back in pleasure. "So… Fucking… Good…" Her head bobbed as she sucked, his hand tangled in her hair. "Chelsea… Fuck… I love you."

She tilted her head to look back at him. She slid her mouth off him long enough to say, "I love you too," before bending back down and continuing to suck.

His eyes widened slightly in surprise, but he smiled. Content to know she felt the same way he did.

He bucked his hips, moving in time to her sucking, his eyes half closed. Lost in a world of bliss. "I'm going to come," he whispered.

A moment later, he did, grinding against her lips and losing his load in her mouth. He grunted a couple of times, thrust a few more. Fucking her mouth for all he was worth.

Finally, he sagged back against the couch, blinking to clear his head.

She slipped her mouth off him and rose to step over to Storm. She kissed his mouth, long and slow, before squirting Frost's cum into his mouth.

His eyes widened in surprise, but he leaned back and swallowed down the mouthful.

"Now that was hot," I whispered. I had no interest in tasting their release, but watching them share it was something else.

A moment later, Storm had his pants down to his knees, and Chelsea bent over the back of the couch. He grabbed her hips and positioned his cock before slamming all the way into her.

They both let out a cry, then he pounded into her. His teeth were pressed together, his jaw tight, all of his effort and concentration focused on thrusting into her as hard as he could.

"Fuck…yeah. So fucking incredible. So fuckingmine." His teeth were gritted as he spoke from behind them. "You always take everything I give you. You take it so fucking well."

She was. Watching him fuck her pussy her was mesmerising. The slap of skin on skin, the sheen of sweat on both of them. Everything about this was erotic as hell. She was pure, tantalising sex, in the body of a beautiful, intelligent woman. Seeing a man as powerful as Storm claiming her, owning her, was seared into my brain like a hot brand.

Who needed a video when I could memorise the moment and relive it whenever I wanted?

Sitting back and observing was almost as good as taking part. Knowing she was getting what she needed, that was everything. She deserved to be fucked like a queen. Over and over until she couldn't walk anymore. If she wasn't satisfied, then we weren't doing our jobs. We weren't worshipping her enough.

"Harder," she groaned.

Her hair got loose from her ponytail and now hung around her face, damp with sweat. Right on her ass, beside one of Storm's hands, was a bite mark frommyteeth, red and angry. My mark on her, next to his fingers.

He liked to leave bruises, and judging by his grip, he was going to. If anyone was in any doubt she was owned, they only had to look at her ass. The signs were right there, perfectly eloquent.

I didn't think he could fuck her harder, but he did, driving in over and over again, until the legs of the couch scraped forward from the force.

"I'm going to come!" Chelsea shouted. Half the tower would have heard her if the place wasn't soundproofed.

I half-wished they could. The whole world should know she was being fucked. They'd be envious of us if they did. Jealous we had her and they didn't.

"Not until I tell you," Storm warned.

She moaned. "I can't—" She was all but sobbing now, in frustration.

"Yes, you can," he insisted. "Don't you dare fucking come until I say so." He slowed his thrusts, sliding in and out of her with even strokes. Making the most of every single moment. Enjoying being buried deep inside her. Wanting to make the moment last, but clearly struggling to keep from pitching himself over the edge into blissful oblivion.

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