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My whole body turned into water and my clit swelled as I ground it into Mario’s pelvis. Anthony held my ass still, pressing into my lower back with both hands. He pressured my asshole with his mouth, spitting and licking until I could feel it pucker. He didn’t say much as he filled my anus with lube and slathered himself in it. He slipped inside me easier than before because I felt like my ass remembered the feel of him and was desperate to feel him again, opening up for him.

“Mmm.” I bit my lip and my whole body started shaking from the downpour of pleasure raining on every single nerve and muscle. I became pleasure in human form. That was my whole being. I couldn’t feel my body. All I could feel was sensation.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I heard Jared swear. “That’s so fucking hot.”

I could barely speak as I moaned, bouncing back against the fullness in both my holes. My words came out as gasps. “Come here. I want to watch you watch me.”

It took a while for my eyes to focus on him through the blur, but when I did all I could see was washboard abs, a narrow waist, and a belly so smooth, flat, and hard it looked like an ironing board. His broad, muscled shoulders that bulged from his neck, toned legs, and dick—lots of it. I licked my lips.

“I want to feel you in my mouth,” I screamed as pleasure exploded in my body from Mario and Anthony stretching and sliding against my walls.

Jared grunted as his hand hovered over his dick. He walked toward me, and my lips swelled up in response. My nipples took on a heartbeat of their own. I had my tongue out before he was even in my mouth, pushing himself so deep I could feel him at the back of my throat. My eyes rolled back in my head. I felt suffocated, in a good way. I could still breathe but the restriction I felt as they moved against me forced me to stay still. That and the taste of Jared’s metallic saltiness in the back of my throat, coating my tongue as Anthony and Mario swore, picking up the pace in their thrusts, made me feel like I had died and gone to heaven.

The loudest sounds in the room were the grunts and groans of my men washing my body in another orgasm. As I came, I felt Jared pull himself from my mouth and swear. I bit my lip and was about to beg him to fill my mouth with him again until I heard him say, “Someone just ran out of the room.”

Anthony and Mario stopped moving. Mario was trying to look over my shoulder. It was an inopportune time to stop right in the middle of my orgasm. I didn’t care that someone saw us. For the love of all that was good, I just didn’t want them to stop. I tried to hold still but I couldn’t. My body still bounced against Mario and Anthony, who swore and seemed to be unable to hold themselves back either.

“Did you lock the door?” Jared’s panicked voice boomed through my ears.

“Yes,” Anthony panted.

“Are you sure?” Jared asked.

Frustration built in the bottom of my stomach since both men were still inside me. I could still feel them thrusting against me as I bounced my ass against them. If they were going to argue, they were going to have to pull themselves out. Either that or they needed to shut the fuck up and keep fucking me, because I was so confused, I didn’t know what to focus on. Desperation wrapped its hand around my throat as they thrusted and paused, several times. I decided to take matters into my own hands, speeding my hips up, trying my best to slam my holes against them because they were driving me fucking nuts.

Chapter 38

Jared

Myheartthumpedouta crazy tune and one month ago flashed into my mind—the sexual harassment claim brought against me. Whoever just ran out of here had gotten quite the sight. I couldn’t imagine what they could be thinking, and I was in a position of power. This was inappropriate. I looked down at Tiffany’s glossy green eyes staring up at me, her mouth parted, and I listened to her pants. Even with that scare, I hadn’t managed to lose my erection. She kept going. It reminded me of when I caught her with Mario and Anthony. She gave zero fucks but to be fucked. I knew then that I couldn’t walk away from her. That was the moment we’d fucked. The memory left me yearning to thrust myself against her mouth again as I watched her sexy ass get fucked by my two best friends. But I couldn’t because…

I forgot why. Why couldn’t I again? It dawned on me then that I was freaking out for no reason. This was the first time I genuinely felt happy over the fact that she was no longer my employee. My penis leaped for joy at the realization and the knowing that I could have her mouth wrapped around me again. That I didn’t have to miss out on any of this because now she was just a woman I was seeing, and we were in my building after hours. We weren’t canoodling during work hours and what I got up to with my friends and my woman after work hours in my building was no one’s fucking business.

I hurried off to go and lock the door properly this time and I heard Tiffany cry out, “No, please. Don’t go.”

The panic in her voice made me spin around. Her whole body stopped moving against the guys. They started to pull out of her as she stared at me, knowing that she didn’t want to keep going, not if I was going to leave. I smiled at her, moving back over to reassure her that I wanted her just as much as she wanted me, and nothing was going to get in the way of us being with each other again.

Lowering my mouth over hers, I stroked my thumb across her lips, smiling as she moved forward to bridge the tiny gap between us. “I’m not going anywhere.” I kissed her. “I’m just going to actually lock the door this time,” I said, giving Anthony a look. But Anthony was too mesmerized by the sight of Tiffany’s asshole as he stroked his dick, groaning.

While I walked away, I heard them whisper to her, and within seconds they’d picked up where they left off. The sight of it had me rushing forward to close the door so that I could take my position in her mouth as soon as possible.

“Fuck, yes!” I heard her scream as I walked back toward them, and I could see her body moving like she was being exorcised, thrashing about as they held her in place, continuing to pound into her. Damn, I was sure I was forgetting something, but I couldn’t think straight as she smiled up at me before I plunged myself into her mouth. She grabbed hold of me with passion, jerking me off as she sucked me, pulling my balls into her mouth. My knees buckled and I threw my head back, holding on to her hair as she bobbed her head up and down my shaft.

The sound of Anthony and Mario’s release caused me to open my eyes to witness them slamming their hips into her on their final thrusts. As soon as Anthony pulled himself out of her, she pulled herself off me and my heart fell. But when she climbed off Mario and wobbled around the desk toward me, still hungry for more, I couldn’t breathe.

“Pick me up and fuck me,” she demanded, pressing her body into mine.

I had no problem following her instructions. “Come here,” I grunted, grabbing her ass as she climbed me, desperate to take me inside her. She didn’t have to wait long as I slammed into her, walking her into the shelf behind her to rest her back against it. “Remember the first time we fucked?” I said, using one hand to hold on to the sturdy shelf.

“I couldn’t forget if I tried,” she tried. “Fuck me hard, Jared. Fuck me like you can’t stand me.”

I grabbed her by the neck, sucking her tongue into my mouth. “Yes.” She nodded, and I drove myself into her with reckless abandon, slamming her back into the shelf until she sobbed happily, orgasming around me. I couldn’t hold myself back either, following her one second after until her sweaty body flopped against me like a noodle. She snuggled into my neck and sighed. Within a few more seconds, she started to snore. I started laughing out loud.

“She’s fast asleep,” I said to Mario and Anthony.

“Fuck, that was quick,” Mario said.

Anthony yawned and stretched, rubbing his chest. “I could use some sleep too,” he said.

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