Page 63 of Make Me Queen

Cain walked into the bedroom, took one look at the two of us, and stopped dead. For a second, he was speechless. But it was Cain, so he quickly regained his sarcasm. “Congratulations, you two. Very few things can make me say ‘what the fuck is happening here’, but you two have it nailed.”

I crooked a finger at Cain, and when he came over to me, I kissed him.

Cain once again settled in to watch, drawing one of the leather club chairs from the living room into the bedroom and sprawling in it. “Have at it. I’m…unexpectedly aroused by this entire situation.”

I felt confident and powerful as I let my hips rock back and forth, rubbing my wetness against Stellan’s mouth. His arms strained against the sheets, his mouth working eagerly to please me.

"That's it," I murmured, feeling the pleasure radiating from deep within me. "You're a good boy."

He groaned against my pussy like those words made it hard for him to hold back.

He licked and kissed my pussy hungrily, as if he was starved for it. His tongue explored every inch of me before finally settling on my clit.

I clung to his hair and moaned as my orgasm built up inside me. I knew it was going to be intense.

As he suckled me eagerly, pleasure washed over me like a wave, taking over every cell in my body.

I ground against his mouth greedily, and he kept sucking my clit as my hand wound through his hair, holding him against my core. He kept eating me out like it was his job, his tongue thrusting against my g-spot now, his mouth working frantically against my clit.

I cried out as I felt my orgasm build up inside me. His tongue worked faster and faster until I was screaming his name, waves of pleasure crashing into me with each thrust of his tongue. The orgasm took me so high I could barely breathe, and then I tumbled off him, my muscles relaxed and heavy.

Beside me, his cock jerked as if he were about to cum, and he let out a moan of desire. His mouth glistened with my juices.

"I guess I can be merciful," I teased him. "I choose to let you cum now."

I switched the vibrator on again and teased it around his asshole, watching his thighs begin to shake. Then I inserted it into his asshole, straddling him with my ass facing his head so I could ride his cock even as I played with the vibrator.

He groaned and begged desperately, pushing his hips up to meet mine. I kept changing speeds on the vibrator, milking him until he was at the point of no return.

Finally, with a cry of pleasure, I felt him burst inside me as I rode him harder and harder, his orgasm setting off another wave of pleasure in me.

When it was over, we both collapsed onto the bed in a sweaty heap and stared at each other for a long moment without speaking. His eyes were filled with admiration and desire, and I couldn't help but feel pleased with myself for pleasuring him so thoroughly.

For being the one in control.

I ran my fingertips over his hard, muscular chest. "Should I let you go?"

"Whatever you wish, my queen."

"Ohh, I like this," I breathed, teasing, and then my smile softened. "Thank you, Stellan. You always know what I need."

His answering smile crinkled the corners of his eyes. I began to untie him, the vibrator still in his ass so that his hips jerked occasionally with intense aftershocks of his orgasm.

Cain came over to the two of us then. Stellan looked at him as if he wasn’t sure what to make of Cain, but Cain just began to untie his other wrist.

“Thanks for taking such good care of our girl,” Cain told him, taking away any concern about how Cain might react to our next-level debauchery. “Now, I think I want to dominate both of you…and Aurora, I really think you should suck his cock to thank him nicely while I takeyourass.”

I grinned. “That sounds good to me.”

Cain rubbed his hand lazily over the front of my throat, his eyes narrowing with desire. “You know, Aurora, I don’t really give a fuck. Get on your knees.”

Pinned between my two perfect men, the world felt like it was almost…good.

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Leaveit to Alexander to ruin the afterglow.

Cain’s phone rang, and he held up a finger to silence us as he took it. “Hey, Dad.”

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