Page 89 of The Final Deal

He rises from the floor with a shimmering face and shoves his pants below his hips. “You know I love you more than anything, right?”

I nod with my chest heaving from orgasm.

“Good, ’cause I’m gonna fuck you like I hate your guts and the only way to get it out of my system is to come all over you.”

He lines himself up with me, stroking the head of his cock over my sensitive clit before sharply thrusting into me. I gasp and wrap my legs around his waist.

The door swings open, but Adrian doesn’t stop. “Little busy here.”

Zak steps inside the office, and his eyes light up at the sight of my bare tits bouncing. “A little, huh. Couldn’t wait to get home?”

“We’re celebrating,” I say breathlessly as Adrian continues to piston into me. The desk scrapes a little with each movement of his hips.

“Oh?”

I tell him, “Adrian’s gonna run Devil’s House instead of Ty.”

Adrian stops moving. He grabs my face, forces me to look at him, and lightly slaps me. My eyes widen and lips part in surprise, and he does it again.

“Say his name again while I’m inside you and I’ll fuck you so hard you won’t be able to sit for a week.”

I peek over at Zak, who stands with the door wide open as he stares at us. Instead of appearing upset by how rough Adrian is handling me, he’s…

Turned the fuck on.

I lick my lips. “Maybe my mouth needs to be busy.”

Zak quirks a brow. “Oh, really?”

I nod. Adrian’s hips snap to mine, the force pushing me over onto my back until my head hangs over the edge of my desk.

The chair rolls away, and Zak takes its place. My upside-down vision bounces as Dree fucks me, and it’s like Zak is unbuttoning his jeans and taking out his dick on a trampoline.

“Be a good Ramos slut and open your mouth.”

Eager to please, my jaw opens and tongue slides out over my teeth. Zak glides under my outstretched tongue, moaning softly as he drives himself forward. With each unhurried thrust, he hardens until the tip surpasses a point that normally makes me heave a little, but the upside-down entry allows me to take him without gagging.

Down the hall, the venue door opens and lets the noise of recorded music over the speaker system filter through unhindered until it slams shut again. My eyes widen in panic, but neither of the twins stop the Ramos slut spit-roast.

“Steph, I need you to…”

Ty’s voice stops at the threshold of my office, and the twins both fuck me a little harder.

“She’s a little busy at the moment.” Focusing past Zak’s cock and balls over my eyes, I see a deeply satisfied smirk settle over his face as he trains his attention on the door.

“Can we take a message?” Adrian asks, emphasizing the question with a sharp thrust and a low grunt.

I can’t help laughing around Zak’s cock.

He groans and drives his hips forward, forcing himself a little deeper into my throat. “Fuck, do that again, babe.”

I moan around him.

His hand wraps around my throat and he fucks my face faster. “Such a good Ramos slut.”

Adrian matches the hurried pace. “Ah, get the fuck outta here before you ruin the finale, loser.”

Ty shuffles at the door. Footsteps pad down the hallway; the venue door opens, allowing music and the boisterous crowd noise in, and slams shut again.

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