shower.” But to my joy, he takes a lingering look. My breasts are buoyant in the water, and I arch my back so that my stiff nipples poke into the air.
“It’ll be a fast shower,” he says.
~
While Romeo is gone, Slade pulls me into his lap.
His cock is already hard, and even though we’re both naked, I don’t expect anything to happen.
So when he shoves my knees apart and thrusts his hard length into my pussy, I’m surprised.
An unexpected orgasm sweeps through me just from the penetration. Whimpering, I arch on his lap, and he sucks on my nipple, then bites it hard. The orgasm draws out, and I spasm in his arms.
“That looks like fun,” he says, sounding amused.
“What does?” I gasp. Another shudder makes my pussy clench.
“That,” he says, and he pulses his cock inside me. This makes my pussy tighten again, an uncontrollable reflex on my part.
He begins to move slowly, rocking his hips underneath me. His large hands sit low on my waist, almost on my buttocks.
The door opens, and footsteps approach. I’m facing away, but I assume it’s Hawthorne. Slade slows his tempo.
“Nice of you to wait,” Hawthorne says, and he sounds miffed. “Maybe next time I’ll take Karen up on her offer.”
“Don’t deny yourself on my account,” I say.
“Let me guess… She suggested all five of us get together,” Slade says.
“I’d be up for that,” I say, turning to look at Hawthorne.
Irritation slides across his face. “No one likes a martyr. I’m going to shower.” Hawthorne walks away. He’s already dragging his shirt over his head.
Slade bucks his hips, and I face forward again and wrap my arms around him.
“The first time I met you, I thought you were the most beautiful woman I’d ever seen,” he says.
“And now?” I ask, smiling.
“Now I think you’re the most beautiful woman in the world.”
“Prettier than Karen?”
“Without a doubt,” Romeo says moments before he moves into my peripheral vision.
He isn’t wearing a towel, and his skin and hair are dripping wet. I always knew his body was perfect, but I had no idea. Flawless bronze skin stretches over muscles so hard that he looks carved from stone. In the daylight coming in through the frosted windows, he’s every exquisite Renaissance sculpture, every gladiator, every perfect hero.
His cock thickens, broadens.
The size no longer shocks me, but as always, I feel guilty that I can’t suck him the way he deserves.
Slade slips down a little under me, and Romeo steps one foot into the hot tub, onto the top step so that his ankle is in the water. His heavy balls swing appealingly. Remembering the night when I was made to suck Hawthorne’s balls, I feel myself getting even wetter, the slippery, slick moisture between my legs easing Slade’s long, sure movements.
Fisting his cock, Romeo directs the head between my lips. He’s clearly in a hurry; he doesn’t try to push my limits. It’s a nice, easy blow job, designed to get him off quickly.
Footsteps approach.
“ Et tu , Romeo?” Hawthorne asks. “No one can wait two minutes.” Hawthorne crowds in next to Romeo. They both smell like a pleasant but unfamiliar soap. They take turns with my mouth. Slade gives me a series of orgasms, and in the brief moments when my mouth is empty, I beg incoherently for more.
I’m the luckiest woman on the planet.
And after, instead of running back to work, Romeo waits for me to shower and change so that we can all return together.
Now I know something has shifted.
Chapter 7
I fiddle with the dress’s modest neckline as we walk across the lobby of our office building. Because the garment’s cut is so perfect, the dress isn’t as unflattering as I feared. With sexier shoes, it might even be a keeper.
“Maybe I can work from home,” I say as I get onto the elevator with all six men—my bosses and the clones. It’s uncomfortable, having a small army going around with me. Yes, I feel protected, but I also feel weak
“It’ll be a fast shower,” he says.
~
While Romeo is gone, Slade pulls me into his lap.
His cock is already hard, and even though we’re both naked, I don’t expect anything to happen.
So when he shoves my knees apart and thrusts his hard length into my pussy, I’m surprised.
An unexpected orgasm sweeps through me just from the penetration. Whimpering, I arch on his lap, and he sucks on my nipple, then bites it hard. The orgasm draws out, and I spasm in his arms.
“That looks like fun,” he says, sounding amused.
“What does?” I gasp. Another shudder makes my pussy clench.
“That,” he says, and he pulses his cock inside me. This makes my pussy tighten again, an uncontrollable reflex on my part.
He begins to move slowly, rocking his hips underneath me. His large hands sit low on my waist, almost on my buttocks.
The door opens, and footsteps approach. I’m facing away, but I assume it’s Hawthorne. Slade slows his tempo.
“Nice of you to wait,” Hawthorne says, and he sounds miffed. “Maybe next time I’ll take Karen up on her offer.”
“Don’t deny yourself on my account,” I say.
“Let me guess… She suggested all five of us get together,” Slade says.
“I’d be up for that,” I say, turning to look at Hawthorne.
Irritation slides across his face. “No one likes a martyr. I’m going to shower.” Hawthorne walks away. He’s already dragging his shirt over his head.
Slade bucks his hips, and I face forward again and wrap my arms around him.
“The first time I met you, I thought you were the most beautiful woman I’d ever seen,” he says.
“And now?” I ask, smiling.
“Now I think you’re the most beautiful woman in the world.”
“Prettier than Karen?”
“Without a doubt,” Romeo says moments before he moves into my peripheral vision.
He isn’t wearing a towel, and his skin and hair are dripping wet. I always knew his body was perfect, but I had no idea. Flawless bronze skin stretches over muscles so hard that he looks carved from stone. In the daylight coming in through the frosted windows, he’s every exquisite Renaissance sculpture, every gladiator, every perfect hero.
His cock thickens, broadens.
The size no longer shocks me, but as always, I feel guilty that I can’t suck him the way he deserves.
Slade slips down a little under me, and Romeo steps one foot into the hot tub, onto the top step so that his ankle is in the water. His heavy balls swing appealingly. Remembering the night when I was made to suck Hawthorne’s balls, I feel myself getting even wetter, the slippery, slick moisture between my legs easing Slade’s long, sure movements.
Fisting his cock, Romeo directs the head between my lips. He’s clearly in a hurry; he doesn’t try to push my limits. It’s a nice, easy blow job, designed to get him off quickly.
Footsteps approach.
“ Et tu , Romeo?” Hawthorne asks. “No one can wait two minutes.” Hawthorne crowds in next to Romeo. They both smell like a pleasant but unfamiliar soap. They take turns with my mouth. Slade gives me a series of orgasms, and in the brief moments when my mouth is empty, I beg incoherently for more.
I’m the luckiest woman on the planet.
And after, instead of running back to work, Romeo waits for me to shower and change so that we can all return together.
Now I know something has shifted.
Chapter 7
I fiddle with the dress’s modest neckline as we walk across the lobby of our office building. Because the garment’s cut is so perfect, the dress isn’t as unflattering as I feared. With sexier shoes, it might even be a keeper.
“Maybe I can work from home,” I say as I get onto the elevator with all six men—my bosses and the clones. It’s uncomfortable, having a small army going around with me. Yes, I feel protected, but I also feel weak
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