Page 84 of PortCity Killers

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“It’s not a surprise if you’ve already seen it,” I breathed.

My heart beat a staccato rhythm in my chest. Each pump pounded inside my head filling it with white noise that made everything but my fingers fumbling on the buttons of my dress fall away.

Valentina, who wore her own dress, pulled the sides up to her waist, showing me the thin strip of hair between her thighs. I breathed a harsh, shuddering breath, wanting nothing more than to touch the soft skin of her thighs, and the small pouch of her tummy. She parked her ass right on the table, spreading her legs wide as Don moved up behind me.

He pulled the material of my dress off my shoulders, showing the crimson bralette I had put on for Valentina. His lips brushed my shoulder against the vine tattoos I had crawling up my skin.

My body shivered as his hands pulled the dress down to reveal the matching thong. They skimmed my hips and waist, coming around to cup my breast. He laid his jacket on the floor in front of us.

“Are you going to be a good little slut for us, Princesa?” His tongue flicked against the sensitive skin behind my ear.

“Yes,” I gasped.

“On your knees.”

I lowered myself to the ground, my hands going to Valentina’s thighs. Don fell down behind me, his body cocooning mine to the table. Valentina watched me with eyes that burned right through me. I laid kisses too soft, baby kisses on her knees, working my way up her thighs as she buried her hand deep in my hair.

My brain warred between excitement and nervous flutters, but when my tongue brushed against her slick center, she moaned. It was goddamn lyrical, sliding through my veins, igniting my blood through me.

She tasted like sin and sweetness. I used my thumbs to spread her folds, my tongue racking around her clit. Her hips bucked under me. I made a surprised sound, enjoying the feel of her wet heat against my lips. My tentative hesitancy turned to purposeful vengeance.

Every sound she made twisted things low inside of me, pulling and paving the way for the ache between my thighs. Don’s hands rested on my hips, his fingers digging into the skin. Even though they were both touching me, both holding me in their own ways it wasn’t enough. I wanted more.

I wanted them inside me in a way I couldn’t describe without sounding like a mad man. Don dragged his cock between my ass cheeks, squeezing and pumping between them before he was pumping his own dick, his fingers spreading me. I did my best not to let him distract me, but the heat of him had me squirming.

Valentina pulled me away from her.

Her eyes flashed with an impatient look, “Don asked you a question.”

I turned my face to his, as much as I could with Valentina’s grip still tight in my curls. The burn was delicious, just this much on the side of pain. Don gave me a little tap on the cheek, likely trying to knock some of the dazed feelings from me. It worked, but just barely.

“Will you trust me?” His fingers skimmed across my folds making me moan.

My hands gripped Valentina’s thighs tight as I looked back at him. Really looked at him. Did I trust Don? With my life. He’d asked me earlier, and I’d said I didn’t know, but I did trust he could give me the things that I had been bottling up inside, aching for, waiting for my entire life.

I trusted that he would do what he thought was necessary for me, unapologetically, just like Bryce would have.

“Yes,” I nodded, “God, yes, please.”

Don’s hand shot out to grip my cheeks so hard I had to force my jaw to relax in his grip,

“Do not take this lightly, Lexi. I will wait if you say no.”

I knew I should really be making this decision when I wasn’t between Valentina’s thighs; when his fingers weren’t two steps from slipping in and out between my pussy lips, but I couldn’t for the life of me stop my hips from bucking back against his fingers.

I groaned against the slight intrusion, but he pulled away quickly. He brought them to my mouth, painting my lips with my own wetness.

“Will you?”

I licked my lips, biting down to scrape the salty taste of myself off of them. “I already trust you in all the ways that matter.”

His head tilted back; eyes closed like he was breathing me in. A soft sound escaped his lips before he was looking at me with the intensity of a man starved. His lips devoured mine, his fingers gripping me. Valentina held tighter, her breathing sped up, became uneven as she watched Don conquer my soul.

When he released me from his grasp it was to shove me face first in between Valentina’s warmth. He held me down, the fingers tight against the back of my neck. His other hand was busy pulling the thong from between my legs, rubbing at the swollen clit between my thighs.

I clawed at the table when he entered me, hissing against Valentina’s skin, biting the inside of her thigh to keep from screaming out.

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