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The jolt of electricity rendered me useless, and my limbs went slack. Then I passed out. —Tristan— I sat with my legs spread and one hand on my cock. I licked my lips, slowly stroking my shaft while I watched the two girls on the bed. Both were young, eighteen or nineteen, maybe, and both had soft blonde hair, blue eyes, and too much makeup. Just the way I like them. They weren’t twins, or even related, but had done their hair and makeup in such a way it was hard to tell them apart. I referred to them by the color of their lingerie.

“I’ll do it. I’m doing it.” Tristan steps back, lights a cigar, and watches me get off. “Four minutes to go,” he presses on the vibrator. “Bastard!” I moan, stroking my cock, hard, fast, glaring at the tip to spill cum already. Blaring of horns below. Tristan’s chuckle echoes. Eyes on him, I work myself, crying out as I’m machine-fucked in the air. “Three minutes to go,” Tristan smiles manically. “The faster the merrier, Baby.”

They started chatting about something I didn’t really care very much about, and I tried to stay quiet and stay still but the pressure and heat between my thighs were making it difficult to do any of that. Instead, I grabbed his hard cock through his trousers, stroking it till I couldn’t help myself from unzipping his trouser and pulling it out. I stared up at him, lips curled into a smile as he tensed. I sucked his head into my mouth, swirling my tongue around it.

Things that if Daniela and Niccolo ever found out, they would probably never want to speak to me again. Right now, though, I couldn’t worry about the past. What I had to focus on was getting Audrina to fall for me all over again. With one hand massaging her one of her breasts, I slipped the other in between her legs and I started to play with her pussy. This was one of my favorite places in the world. In bed with Audrina, figuring out different ways to make her come. I stroked in between her folds. Her whole body clenched around my finger, and she cried out.

I was babbling by the time Tristan pulls away, thighs trembling and hole clenching around nothing. "Please, I need..." I look up at Tristan with pleading eyes. "Shh, I've got you," Tristan soothes. "Gonna make you feel so good, baby." I watch him with hooded eyes as Tristan slicks up his fingers. The first press of digits against his fluttering rim has me gasping and pushing back eagerly. Tristan works him open with deft strokes, curling his fingers just so until I am writhing on the bed. "Tristan, that," Dylan mewls, too far gone to feel embarrassed by how desperate he sounds. "Please, I think, I think—"

he whispers out his breath fanning my face I open my mouth to speak but nothing comes out, I'm lost in his eyes, I take in his face and his lips are calling to me, I bite mine involuntarily. "You're driving me crazy Red" he breathes out looking into my eyes "and I know you're scared, what you're scared of is what I can't fathom but guess what? I'm scared too Red" he says making me look at him in shock,the all mighty Tristan, aka New York's most eligible bachelor and Playboy is scared

“And I still don’t really know what it means to ride the Tristan train. You have to teach me, Big Daddy.” Tristan yanks open the red door and pulls me inside, closing us in. “I don’t know if you’re saying this stuff because you know you’ll be well paid or if you really mean it,” he says, backing me against the door. His mouth on top of mine as he reaches down, roughly cupping my sex through my panties. Groping me. Massaging. “Either way, it makes my cock hard, doesn’t it?” “I mean it. Everything,” I moan, breaking off on a gasp when Tristan’s middle finger tugs aside the crotch of my underwear and enters me, pumping in and out of the dampness.

We are standing so close together it’s not okay. “My dad wanted to retire. Tristian just turned 18,” he is whispering in my ear. “Tristian is the third born?” “We have an older sister, she is twenty-five and mated,” his lips brush my ear and I have to back away. “I need to check on Ryan,” I say. Justin-You okay? Me-Shelby is doing her hook up thing again. Justin-Your wolf is horny! Me-Yes she is. I walk to Ryan’s room as the nurses finish.

He slipped in two fingers at once, making her draw him closer as she buried her face in his chest, moaning helplessly. “I still can't hear it, angel” He gently stroked her G-spot with the rest of his fingers, torturing her intensely, basking in her every expression as he stroked in and out of her juicy coochie. Lyra stubbornly refused to call out his name in pleasure, as she did not want him to stop. Tristan seemed to have seen right through her and retracted his fingers at once, smirking evilly at her widened pupils. “It does not seem to be working. You are more strong-headed than I thought, angel”

He saw the dissatisfaction in my eyes and opened his mouth to speak. “Shut up and kiss me,” I said, cutting him off. He grinned. Cynthia had other plans. I leaned in, compelled by her sultry command, but paused to look down as her hands unfastened the tight hold on my trouser. Further into my trouser, and over the elastic hold of the briefs, she grinned when she felt no more resistance. Her touch was light and electric as she left a wanting trail over my hardening dirk. “Sweetie, if you keep doing that,” I said, “I might be able to hold back.”