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“Christ, when was the last time you got yourself off?”
“To come? No, baby. I can just tell how badly you need us,”
“I’m going to lick your pussy until you come on my tongue.” “Um…” “Shhh.” Memphis places his hand over my mouth,
“Let him taste you, sweetness. If you want him to stop, I’ll know. I promise you’re safe with us.”
“Tell me how she tastes.”
“Delicious, sweet. Even better knowing she will only ever be ours.”
“You hear that, sweetness? My mouth is watering just thinking about it.”
“Kiss him.”
Memphis turns my head to the side before I can heed the command and kisses me. He licks my lips and shoves his tongue deep into my mouth. Reaching under my arms, Memphis hauls me up, so I’m now leaning over him. I have a second to think about Oswald feeling the wet spot, but then the thought is erased by Memphis’ touch and the way he’s kissing me as if he couldn’t wait to taste me himself.
“Yes, again. Now close your eyes and go to sleep before I decide it’s my turn,” he warns gruffly. “You don’t scare me, you know.” I nuzzle my cheek against his chest. “Oh yeah? Well, you terrify me.”
“Unzip my pants,”
“I don’t want you to be late,”
“Then you better make me come fast.”
How did I live without her?
“I more than liked your mouth on me, I loved it, but now I need to leave you here and I hate that.”
“You want to go pro?”
“Maybe. How else am I going to keep you in this kind of luxury?”
“Just so you know, that’s certainly not a requirement of mine.” “Oh yeah, what is required then?”
“People are much more important than things,”
Oswald captures my lips in a soft kiss, and my eyes sink closed. I have lots of money, and it’s never once made me feel like this.
I don’t question how she feels about me when she’s looking at me. There’s no need—it’s written all over her lovely face.
“Waylynn.” His tone is a warning. “Unless you don’t want me touching you and making you come, then take off your clothes and sit back on the fucking bed, now. I don’t give a shit what time it is.”
It’s like Memphis knows we were scheming the second he walks into the quiet kitchen. After closing the door, he sets his bag on the counter while watching Waylynn. With slow, measured movements, he unbuttons his cuffs and rolls them up his arms without speaking. As soon as he’s done, she blurts out, “I forgot to lock the door.”
“How come you trust us? Are you like that with everyone?”
“No, I don’t trust that easily.”
“Just a feeling I guess.”
“Waylynn, I love you, and you are perfect the way you are,” I say, speaking the words I’ve thought before but couldn’t voice. I don’t want her to worry I’m going to leave her or that she isn’t good enough. I need her to understand just how important she is. “Memphis…”
“You told me you wanted this,”
“I do. I’m just scared.”
“It’s okay if you don’t love me.”
“Memphis,” she murmurs softly. “That’s not the problem. I do love you. I love both of you.”
“Tell me.” My voice is gruff, too demanding, and borderline threatening, but I don’t take it back. “I love you,”
“You smell yummy,” she whispers.
“I want to take you upstairs to your bed.”
“Yes,” she answers, even though it wasn’t a question. “Yes what?”
“Yes,...
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“Oh, sweetness, you’re soaked,”
“I want to sink so far inside you that you’ll never get me out.”
“I want to know what you will sound like when I slip inside you for the first time.”
“I’m going to make you come, and when you’re wet and dripping down my fingers, I’m going to slip inside you and make you mine.”
“Okay,” I answer.
“Fuck, Waylynn, you’re perfect. Made for me.”
Christ, I’m still inside her, and I’m already thinking about when I can take her again.
I have never been inside anyone without a condom, and it was so different, it was like I was fucking for the first time.
“Waylynn, I promise you that was the best…everything.”
“You are fucking perfect, which is why I want you so badly again. Seeing you, feeling you… I can’t help myself.”
“Thank you,” I tell her,
“For what?” “For being you, for letting us love you and loving us back.”
“Give me something.”
“It was addicting. How’s that?” Memphis confesses
