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His hand came down and touched my hair, fingers pushing through it. “That feels nice,” he said, voice going all soft and moany. “Keep going, Aiden. Faster. Make this good.” His fingers moved from my hair to my lips, tracing them while he looked down at me. “Your lips are so pretty. Did you know that? They look soft. Bet they would feel even better than your hand. Come on, just suck it a little. Please? I got the problem right. You owe me.” I pulled my head back a bit so his fingers would stop touching my mouth. “No. I said handjob only. I am not sucking you off, Eric. That was not the deal and it is not happening.”

He was still holding her hands above her head with his other hand. Swearing, Eric grabbed the collar of her shirt and ripped it open, sending buttons everywhere, pushing the offending shirt out of his way. Eric opened the front clasp of her bra, feasting his open mouth over one breast, while using his free hand on the other over the hard nipple, flicking it back and forward. Cat moaned, straining against him. Urgently, Eric swiftly moved his hand from her breast to her side and then dragged it down her pencil skirt to its hem. Pulling it up enough so he could lift her leg over his hip, positioning himself at her core.

At first, I thought I wouldn't be able to stomach it, but Eriol sure was one good kisser to make the unsavory taste go away in just a minute. He caressed my abdomen slowly, groped my two rear globes and lifted my pelvis up in one fast motion in time with his sudden, forceful thrust. I moaned. He groaned. But it was all muffled by our unified mouths. Three continuous thrusts and that's when I pulled myself and shouted the 'ah' syllable. "Shout my name Andrea. Who is fucking you right now?" Eriol asked, huffing. I arched my back and answered, "You... You!"

His other hand joined Azrael’s mouth—three fingers now, stretching me wide, thrusting brutally while Azrael sucked my clit between his teeth. I rode them shamelessly—hips rolling, chasing the edge, nails raking Azrael’s scalp. Their growls vibrated through me. Their hands bruised. When I came, it was violent—screaming into the night, thighs clamping around Azrael’s head, slick gushing over their hands and his chin. My body shook, vision blurring. They didn’t stop. Didn’t let me breathe. Eryx lifted me like I weighed nothing, slamming my back against the crate for leverage, legs wrapping around his waist. Azrael pressed in behind, chest to my back, cock grinding against my ass.