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“I’m going to enjoy your wet fucking cunt first,” Conor grits, thrusting into me from below. Grabbing Victoria’s leg, he drags her off my nipple with a pop, pulling her up his body and situating her over his face. “I’m going to enjoy both my cunts while I get this tight ass ready…” His words are muffled—vibrating against the soft skin of her inner thighs—as he drags her onto his face.

She rides his face and watching her enjoy him only adds to the pleasure swelling in my core. I swirl my hips, needily sliding over his length. “I love watching you ride his thick fucking cock, sweet girl,” Vic mewls her praise as she presses her lips toward mine. We both ride Conor—me on his cock and her on his face—whimpering into each other’s mouths.

“My sweet girl is so close.” Vic’s breathy words vibrate over my chin and down my neck as she kisses her way to my breasts and presses her slick fingers against my clit. She rubs lightly, applying just enough pressure to bring me to the edge.

“Come for me,” Conor demands, pulling his face from Victoria’s pussy. He thrusts into me hard, quickly workingup toa brutal pace. I pant and grunt through each of his demanding drives. “Don’t make me tell you twice,” he threatens as he buries himself in me, and it does me in.

My release fires throughme,and I quiver around his cock and claw at Victoria’s back. The cries of my release fill the bedroom. Not giving me a moment of reprieve, Conor instructs, “Lean back,cailín leanbh.”Doing as he instructed, I plant my hands on his muscular thighs for support and keep riding him as Victoria kisses down my stomach.

Conor’s hand slides up her back, andhe pushes her face between my thighs. His words muffled in her thighs as Vichovers above his face, he commands, “Eat your sweet girl’s pussy,cailíndáigh. I want her fucking screaming and quivering around my cock when you come all over my face.”

She licks up my pussy, the tip of her tongue flicking over my clit.Fuck!He buries his face in her again, and she moans intome. The vibrations tingling over my clit as she sucks it into her mouth.It’s too much.“I can’t,” I call out, but my cry falls on deaf ears. Vic licks and sucks at me as her hands pull at my hips to drag me over the languid thrusts of Conor’s cock.

My arms shake, and my thighs tremble as the two of them make quick work of bringing me right back to the edge. Conor presses a finger into Victoria’s ass as he relentlessly licks at her pussy, and she comes hard, screaming into mypussy, dragging me over the edge with her.

“Sir! Ma… Madame!” I scream, my nails digging into Conor’s thighs, trying to find some reprieve from the agonizing rush of pleasure firing through my body.

Fuck… I’ll never get enough of being worshipped like this.

CHAPTER FIFTY-ONE

VICTORIA

I fucking love the taste of her…

The only thing better than the taste of my sweet girl on mytongue,is apparently enjoying it with Conor’s face buried in my pussy as he teases my ass.

Since the night Conor learned he’d be the first to fuck my ass, he has been determined to get me ready for him. A finger. Then two. Jeweled plugs, slowly growing in size. And me, learning how much I actually enjoy the feel of him in my ass.

Still, the thought ofhiscock is mildly terrifying.

He slides me from his face, andIfind myself lyingon the bed beside Elena. Her eyes are heavy, and she’s clearly floating on a cloud of bliss as she nuzzles into me. Conor drags her hand between my thighs as he slathers lube over his fingers and cock. He gingerly eases two fingers into myass,and I nervously clench around him. “Relax,cailíndáigh,” he urges, just a little more.

Closing my eyes, I take a deep breath and focus on the pleasure Elena is providingtomy clit as he continues to stretch out my ass. He withdraws his fingers and replaces them with the foreignfeel of the thick head of his cock pressed against me. Elena kisses along my shoulder and up to myear.“Focus on me.”

Turning, I find her lips on mine and her tongue darting through them. She kisses me softly—teasingly—matching the pace of the light circles she’s drawing around my clit. Her tongue massages against mine as Conor presses into me. There’s a slight pinch of discomfort as he stretches me wider than any of our prep.

“You’re doing so fucking good,” he praises, stilling with just his tip inside me. He stays motionless, dusting his fingers over my splayed thighs, giving me a moment to adjust to him. “Can you take more?”

I nod into my kiss with Elena, not wanting to break myself from her distraction. “I’ll go slowly,” he promises, gently easing himself into me. His hips press against my ass and realize that I’ve taken all of him. He pulls out slowly and then eases back into me, his cock feeling so different from his fingers. The sensationsounlike when he’s buried in my pussy. “Your virginarseis taking me so fucking well,cailíndáigh,”Conor grits through his clenched jaw, fighting to maintain control. “So fucking tight… Too fucking tight…”

Elena slides her hand through my pussy, pressing her fingers into me as the heel of her hand continues to rub over my clit. The sensation catches me off guard, and a breathy gasp blows over my lips when it nearly pushes me over the edge. “Oh fuck,” Conor growls, his fingertips digging into my thighs as I quiver around him. “Come for us. I want to feel your ass clenching around my cock as you come. Squeezing me so tightly that I’m forced to mark your ass as mine.”

“Faster,” I breathlessly plead, placing my hand over Elena’s and grinding her palm against my clit. “Please.”

Conor increases his speed enough to give me what I’m asking for without hurting me. Both of us are right on the brink and mere thrusts from losing control. I place my free hand over his, and he laces our fingers together. “C… Con,” I cry, my whole body exploding as my orgasm crashes through me. Every thrust of his cock trembles through me like an aftershock.

“Fuuuuuck, Vic,” Conor matches my cry, his cock twitching inside me as he spills intomy ass. He stills and stares down at me—enjoying my euphoria for a moment—before sliding himself out. “You did so fucking good,” he praises. “I’ll be right back,cailíndáigh. We need to clean you up a little.”

Conor retreats to the adjoining bathroom, and Elena kisses my neck and jaw. A damp wash cloth in hand, Conor returns a minute later. He runs it up my thighs and between my cheeks, thoroughly cleaning me of lube, cum, and any mess I may have made.

Content with his work, he tosses the soiled cloth to the floor and climbs into bed. He curls up behind me, bending his knees into mine and spooning me as I nuzzle against Elena. He drapes his arm over us both and pulls the three of us tight.

Inthis moment—the three of us an intertwined bundle of limbs—I know we are perfect for each other. I don’t need my family or the world to understand what we are or how we make it work. It’s crazy…We all know that.No one could convince me that this is wrong, because everything about us feels right.

Theroomis quiet and cloakedin the darkness of the night.We’re all on the verge of sleep when Conor groggily mutters, “I don’t know what I did to deserve the two of you, but I’d do it a thousand lifetimes just to have this moment again.”

CHAPTER FIFTY-TWO

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