Page 46 of Room Nine: Masters of Control

Her jaw drops. “I don’t think I can go that long.”

“Not tonight, but someday.”

She juts out her bottom lip. “I don’t think I want to go that long.”

I wrap my arms around her and roll so she’s underneath me on the couch. “Are you saying you want me to fuck you hard and fast?”

“I’m saying I want to come again, and this time I want you to come with me.”

Pulling her leg up, I slide deep inside her, my thumb circling her clit. “Is that what you want?”

She moans. “Yes.”

“Tell me.” I quicken my thrusts as her cunt tightens around me. Her clit is so plump, so sensitive, she reacts perfectly to my touch. It’s heady and empowering to have her so responsive. “Tell me how badly you want to come.”

“Please, Dem. Please make love to me and make me come.”

Make love to me.If there was anything she could say to bring me right to the edge, that was it. “Oh Angel, you’re perfect.”

I pump my hips until she’s chanting a series ofOh GodsandYes, Yes, Yes,my own orgasm begging to be set free.

“FUCK!” she screams, arching her back at the same time her cunt clamps down on me like a vice grip.

I growl and bury my face into her neck as I come, shooting long, thick ropes of cum up inside her. My entire body convulses, spurt after spurt rocketing out of me. One thing about me, when I do come, I come hard and shoot huge loads. Some women like it, some don’t.

Kerr jokes it’s because I cause too much to build up over time.

Whatever. It feels fucking amazing.

Speaking of the asshat. He rests his hip against the back of the couch, waiting for me to finish. “Ewww. Now we have to get the couch cleaned.”

“Fuck you, Kerrigan,” I growl, pulling my head up to look Kyra in the eye.

“He shoots the biggest loads, Kitten.” He chuckles and throws a hand towel on my head, taking a step back before I swing for him.

“Kerrigan? Is that what Kerr is short for?” Kyra asks as I slide the towel underneath her, because even though he’s an asshole, he’s not wrong.

“Yeah, and Dem is short for Demitrius.”

I pull out of her and sit back on my heels, watching my cum slide out of her soaked pussy with a sense of pride.

Mine. I mean,ours, but also definitelymine.

Kerr takes a step back and smiles. “That’s a sexy sight.”

“You like watching your cum slide out of me?” Kyra giggles, putting her arms behind her head, thrusting her breasts in to the air. Seeing her laid out like that only causes my cock to stir again.

Kerr growls beside me, so I know he’s thinking the same thing. “We like seeing our cum marking you, painting you from the inside out. It’s stupid, animalistic and territorial, but it gets us hard nonetheless.”

“Oh, fuck me. Good job, man.” O’Dell walks up from behind me, getting a glimpse of my—technically our—handiwork.

“I’m feeling like a Picasso right now, guys. You’re evaluating, scoring, and appraising my value for investment purposes.”

“You laid out like this is what I’d call a priceless work of art.” I pull her leg up and kiss her inner thigh.

“Agreed.” Kerr leans over the couch and sucks her nipple into his mouth. “If you’re amenable, we can leave you here to lounge around all the time. Naked, of course.”

She rolls her eyes. “Of course.”

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