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“Good. Let me show you who’s coming next. Spoiler alert: It’s you.”

I giggled. “That’s so cheesy.”

He cut off my laugh with another deep, wet kiss, before moving his way down my now naked body, lavishing it with kisses, paying special attention to my breasts, sucking my nipples, tickling my ribs with his lips and making me inhale with pleasure when he licked a circle around my navel and bit both of my hip bones.

“Keep your hands where I put them,” he ordered, and once he was satisfied I’d obey him, he released my wrists. I trembled, forcing them to stay spread behind my head on the bench, as he used his hands to push my thighs apart. Then his mouth was there, licking, and biting my lips, licking up the wetness from my slit, and sucking my clit into his mouth. He worked it with his tongue and I cried out as my core tightened and need wound tighter and tighter.

“Shh. You’ll have to be quiet,” he told me. “My teammates and coach are probably outside, and if any of them hear you, I’ll have to kick their asses and then I’ll be kicked off the team. Can you be quiet, butterfly?”

“I don’t know,” I said, my voice trembling.

In response, he reached up and covered my mouth with his big hand. And then without any preamble, he bit my clit, hard. I came immediately, and the humiliation of him shutting me up that way made the orgasm last.

“One more,” he told me. “And then it’s Daddy’s fat cock’s turn.”

He went back to the beginning, licking and biting at me, swallowing the wetness from inside of me, sucking on my clit and licking circles around it, until I was writhing on the bed. This time when he bit my clit, he kept it between his teeth, making me shriek into his hand, and scream even harder when he released it.

When I’d finally come down, he flipped me over, positioning my hips with my ass in the air and shoving directly into me, once again without any warning. He pumped his hips, using my hair as reins to direct me backwards so he could get the angle right, delivering slaps to my ass as he thrust. The angle was perfect, making it so he hit my g-spot with the crown of his cock every time, and I began winding tight again, feeling another orgasm coming along hard and fast. I wanted to bite down on the wooden bench so no one could hear me moan, but Mason was holding my hair too tight.

Then he released my head, carefully turning it and, with a hand on my neck, pushed my cheek against the solid wood, before spreading my ass cheeks with his thumbs.

“God, I can see both your pretty little holes,” he groaned. “The one taking Daddy’s cock so well, and the one that’s waiting for him to master it.”

I jolted underneath him, and he rubbed my back in reassurance.

“Don’t worry, butterfly. I’ll go slow.”

He pumped into me two more times, hitting my G spot each time, and then, just as I was about to come, he pulled out, chuckling as I whined.

“Were you close, butterfly? Don’t worry, I’ve got a better treat in store for you.”

With that, he left me on the bench.

And someone began to pound on the door.

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MASON

She loved me.

She’d told me she loved me. She’d toldeveryoneshe loved me.

We were going to be together.

And now I was going to cement our relationship with anal—and an engagement ring.

I rifled through my hockey bag, grabbing lube, an unused bullet vibrator I’d bought specifically for Leslie, and the ring box. I’d been a Boy Scout, and I believed in always being prepared. Carefully removing the ring from the box, I hid it in one hand, returning to the bench with the vibe and lube in my other.

One of my teammates was pounding on the door.

Whatever. They could wait.

I dropped everything on the bench, and in order to make sure she was too distracted to see, I turned on the bullet vibe to its highest setting and placed it on her already-sensitive clit. This time, she did scream. Oh, well. If I found out someone heard,I guess I’d have to kill them. Getting kicked off the team was a small sacrifice for hearing her perfect sounds.

As she writhed on the bench, I popped open the cap on the bottle of lube and poured some directly between her ass cheeks and more on my fingers. I began rimming her in small circles. She was panting as the vibe went at her. As she stiffened, I knew she was about to come.

“Butterfly, be a good girl for Daddy and don’t come yet,” I crooned to her, and she mumbled something incoherent but followed my order.

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