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Aldo’s entire body is flushed, his pupils blown as he points at the toiletry bag on the nightstand. He pulls from her mouth, breathing hard and I raise an eyebrow.

“What are you doing?”

“Too close,” he pants, tenderly wiping Joy’s mouth before circling her nipples. “Give me a minute.”

Joy whimpers, her entire body jolting with the force of Doug’s claiming and I’m transfixed by the dark lust on his face.

“You gonna fuck me or not, Masters?” he grunts out between thrusts.

I don’t think I’ve ever moved so fast. My fingers shake as I root through the leather bag, finding the bottle of lube and flicking the cap before coating my fingers.

Heading back to the foot of the bed, I spend a couple of seconds admiring Doug’s body, his muscles clenching as he fucks into Joy, deep and slow. But I can’t hold back for long.

Wrapping a hand around his neck, I bite his shoulder as I press a finger inside his hole.

“Fuck,” he grunts out. “More.”

I laugh against his skin. “Greedy.”

Doug opens his mouth, probably to give me more snark, but his words die on his tongue as I shove another finger inside him, working him open. His head falls forward and my mouth goes slack as I watch him fuck himself on my fingers, my free hand tracing up his spine. I add a third and the deep growling noise he makes almost has me losing control.

Pulling out my fingers, I coat my cock and tease his hole with the head before pushing in with a breathy exhale, my hands gripping his hips hard as his tight heat grips me. I don’t have to move, his thrusts into Joy causing him to work himself onto my cock every time he pulls out and the sensation is fucking incredible.

“Rossi, get your dick back in Blake’s mouth,” Doug grits out.

Aldo lifts his head from where he’s been tending to Joy’s breasts, his fingers taking over as he looks at her for permission. When she nods, he presses a kiss to her lips before swinging his leg over and guiding himself back into her mouth.

The room is filled with the sound of skin on skin, grunts and moans and it’s the most erotic thing I’ve ever heard. I drop my head to Doug’s shoulders, letting him do all the work as he moves between me and Joy. This will be the soundtrack to my dreams until I die.

Doug’s rhythm falls off a little as he reaches for the abandoned bottle of lube and I grin, holding him steady. When he pushes a finger inside Aldo, the noise it pulls from him has my balls drawing up.

“Fuck,” Aldo cries out. “Fucking fuck.”

Doug grunts, his thrusts slowing as he fucks Aldo roughly with his fingers, and I watch Joy’s throat work as she swallows down his release.

“Harder!” Joy moans when Aldo pulls himself free and collapses beside her. “Don’t fucking stop, Doug! I’m so close.”

He grunts as he picks up speed, fucking her hard and fast, and I reach round him and press my thumb to her clit, rubbing tight circles. She detonates almost immediately, her body bucking and arching, but as soon as she starts to come down, I pull Doug back.

“What the fuck, Masters?” he pants, looking over his shoulder as he slips out of her.

Banding my arms around him, I hold him in place and growl against his ear. “I want you to say my name.”

Doug huffs, struggling, but I hold tight. “What the fuck are you talking about?”

“You know exactly what I’m talking about.” I graze my teeth along his skin, fucking him slowly, and watching over his shoulder as his flushed cock twitches with need.

“I’m not your bitch.”

My laugh is a low, breathy rumble as I punctuate my words with thrusts of my hips. “Yes. You. Are.”

He moans, and I take his arms, pinning them behind his back as I bend him over, pressing him face down on the bed beside Joy’s sated body.

“Say it.”

“Masters,” he growls. “Stop fucking around.”

“Say my name, Doug. Then you can come.”

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