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  1. Table of Contents
  2. Content Note
  3. A Note From The Author
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  56. Acknowledgements
  57. Also By Harley Laroux
  58. About The Author

“Sorry, princess, but you have to take it,” he grunted, jaw tight. “Come for me again. Cry if you need to. I want to see you break.”

The look of sheer possessive pleasure on his face sent me over one more explosive edge. His grip on my throat tightened, enough to give me a light-headed rush as I sobbed my release. Praise came over the headset, the words flowing together, and I drank it up like the god’s ambrosia.

Still dazed, I barely understood Jason when he leaned close to the headset and demanded, “Get up here before she fucking passes out.”

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Jason’s demand came just in time, because I was already on the edge of losing control. I liked to share. I loved to watch. But listening without seeing, hearing without touching, was fucking unbearable. I wanted to see her face, touch her soft skin. I wanted her to open her mouth for my cum and take it all.

Jessica was ours until her debt was paid. Ours. I wanted to savor every second of that before it was all taken away again.

The three of us practically tripped over each other getting upstairs. Vincent made it to the door first and shoved it open, groaning with pleasure as he took in the scene. Lucas was right behind me, and he cursed, pressing close against my back as I paused in the doorway.

Jess was straddling Jason’s lap on the bed, her back against his chest, her legs hooked around his thighs and spread wide. He’d unchained her and removed the plug and vibrator from inside her. Her head was limp against his shoulder, her eyes glazed as she looked at me and her lips moved to silently form my name. She was impaled on his cock and my gaze fixated on the mesmerizing rhythm of his shaft pumping in and out of her.

Vincent knelt between her legs, gripping her thighs as he pushed them wider. He tongued her clit, and her entire body writhed. Jason leaned back, his chest heaving as Vincent grasped his balls and fondled them, his mouth buried right at their point of union.

I was already on the edge, far too worked up to draw this out. My pants were already off since Lucas had been stroking my cock and his own as we listened downstairs, and I would have come in his hand if Jason hadn’t called us up. Jess reached a trembling arm for me as I came closer, tugging down my briefs so she could touch me. She reached for Lucas on her other side, stroking both of us in unison.