Page 24 of Orion Ruined

The vibrations inside me travel to every nerve ending in my body. Lightheaded, I collapse onto Kai’s chest, panting for breath.

Logan exhales shakily. “You are perfect, Maisy.”

Sitting in a big mess of sweat and cum, I have never felt better in my life–or more loved, respected, and protected.

Logan slides out of me and lies down beside Kai, rubbing my back. I rest my head on Kai’s chest, facing Logan, while Kai strokes my head.

My heart is still reminding me of what just transpired between us and I feel content. Two men protecting me, fucking me, looking after me. This is the way.

Logan is tracing my face with the pads of his fingers.

“Is the doctor happy with me?” I purr.

Both of them laugh quietly.

“Very happy,” Logan rasps. “Come on, let’s shower and go for seconds.” He slaps my ass and gets up, heading for the bathroom.

I lift my head and look at Kai. “Is he serious?”

“About having seconds?”

I nod.

“What did you think? That was it? Oh, baby girl, you’re in for a treat,” he laughs.

“But I don’t want to shower,” I murmur. “I love having your cum in me. I love being all sweaty and stuck to you.”

“You’re already giving me a hard-on. You can have my cum whenever you want it, Maisy.”

I giggle and unglue myself from his body. He shudders when he slides out of me. I hear Logan turning the shower on, and I head toward the bathroom. Kai’s on his feet too, following me.

“Don’t hog the shower, Logan, there’s a line!” Kai yells.

“Who’s next in line? If it’s Maisy, send her in, I got a present for her,” Logan calls.

“I’m next in line and thank you, but I got the same present in my hand for her.” Kai holds his cock and balls and snickers. “Hurry up!”

The steam’s starting to pour into the bedroom through the open door.

“Keep your voice down, Kai,” I warn him. “Orion could hear you.”

He nods toward the door. “Hear me? I bet that perv was jerking while we were playing.”

“What?!”

“Yeah, baby girl. You don’t think someone like him would have everything under control? Over there.” He points to the corner of the ceiling above the door, where I spot a small dot that looks like a squashed bug.

I start to panic. “Has he… Has he been–?”

“What?”

“If Orion’s been videoing me all this time…”

“No, no, it’s not like that–”

“Really? Orion’s a jerk! He doesn’t like me. What’s stopping him from selling me out to Milan? Or anyone else?” I demand.

Logan comes out of the bathroom, his towel wrapped around his hips. The V just above his pubic area is clearly visible and his glistening abs and pecs pull me in, even in my distraught state.

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