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When his large, warm fingers brushed against my soaking wet pussy lips, he let out a harsh, loud breath. "God, you’re practically begging for it," he muttered. He traced my clitoris with his thumb, rubbing it hard, making me scream out against the glass window. He used two fingers to slide deep inside my wet hole, stretching my tight walls, testing how ready I was for him. I was shaking all over, my head pushed back against the glass, my loud moans echoing in the giant, empty penthouse.

I tried to tell him as he lifted my skirt up, shifting my thong to one side. "Marcus could walk in at any..." The words died in my throat as his tip nudged at my entrance. I bit down hard on my lips, anticipating the moment he would slam into me. "Please." I begged, after seeing as he was taking his sweet time, coating his tip with my wetness. "Fuggggh!" I quickly closed my mouth as he slammed hard into me. My hand immediately gripped the edges of the counter for support, he pulled out, leaving just his tip in me before slamming right back.

I had hoped that love could overcome ambition. That weekend, Sienna came to Marcus's apartment, and they didn't leave bed for most of the day. It was a marathon of sex and conversation, of exploration and discovery. She showed him exactly how much pressure she liked on her clit while he was inside her. He discovered that if he held her hair tight while she went down on him, she came from that alone, the submission and control mixing into something intoxicating. They talked between sessions, lying tangled together in his sheets. "Tell me about her," Sienna said, her fingers drawing patterns on his chest. "The ex-fiancée."

He must be feeling the same because his hands knead harder, his kisses get more feverish, and I can feel his hardness start to poke against my ass. First Guy captures my lips in his again, threading his fingers in my hair. His kiss is heated and urgent, turning me on faster than anyone has ever done. I’m the only one naked while both are still dressed. I can feel my wetness increasing, and my body starts aching for some relief. The air gets hotter, and I can feel his cock poking my lower belly. I’m sandwiched between cocks, and the thought alone makes me almost come.

Slick squirted over Jace’s balls; he groaned, pulling out to stroke himself furiously, shooting thick ropes across her back. Marcus followed—burying deep in her ass, pulsing hot and deep. He pulled out slowly; cum leaked from her gaping hole, dripping down to mix with her wetness. Tyler flipped her onto her back on the couch—legs spread wide. He knelt between them, lined up with her abused cunt—pushed in slow, letting her feel every inch through the mess. “Fuck—you’re full of them,” he growled, thrusting deep. “Sloppy seconds from my friends.”

My heart hammered against my ribs. The order was degrading, obscene. And it set a fire in my belly. I leaned forward, closing the distance. The first touch of my tongue to the cool, wet wood was salt and bitterness and him. I moaned, the sound involuntary, vibrating against the desk. I licked a slow, deliberate stripe through the spill, gathering it into my mouth. The act was so submissive, so filthy, that it coiled heat low in my core. I could feel Jonathan’s seed trickling from inside me, a parallel intimacy.

The ropes bit into her skin in pretty patterns, and the sight made my nipples tighten against my dress. My breathing was getting shallow. I could feel myself getting wet, the slickness between my thighs impossible to ignore as we moved from scene to scene. Alexander pointed out different kinks: a St. Andrew’s cross with a man being caned until his ass glowed red, a couple engaged in sensual wax play where hot drips made the woman gasp and writhe, a quiet corner where a Domme had her submissive licking her boots while she casually chatted with friends. Every explanation he gave was calm, but his voice grew rougher with each one. I noticed the way his hand froze at my back, his fingers occasio

My voice was breathy, slutty, every word dripping with need as I spread my legs wider, giving him full access. The desk edge dug into my ass, but I didn't care; the burn only heightened the ache in my pussy. His thumb found my clit, rubbing circles that made my thighs tremble, his fingers plunging in and out with urgent slaps against my skin. “That's it, grind on my fingers like the horny bitch you are,”he whispered filthily, his free hand gripping my throat lightly, just enough to make me feel owned. ‘Your tight pussy is sucking me in, Sienna. You love being controlled by your teacher, don't you? Moan louder for me.”

Being worshiped and pleasured by three sexy as hell men. After sucking my sensitive and throbbing clit, Ethan held my head and turned it to his side of the bed before slipping his own throbbing cock into my mouth. He was perhaps the most vocal of all the men on this night, as he peppered me with dirty words and erotic questions. Asking me if I was a slut and if I liked being used as a whore, strangely enough I found this degrading talk aroused me further, and I played along with him answering every question and degrading thing he had to say.