“Give us what we want, and it stops.” He kissed me again, and it was gentle. A complete mockery of everything Jericho was doing to me below. “I promise, baby.” I felt my head being turned, and then Houston was kissing me. His kiss was rough and demanding, a warning that there was only more to come. “Otherwise, you’ll keep coming, but he’ll go all night,” he said when he was done. “Why do you think Rich is the nicest?” Loren taunted. “He’s always had the most restraint. The most discipline. The most self-control. He won’t let himself come until he’s gotten what he wants, and even if he does
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