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“Stop talking to me.” My following instructions are meant for the people surrounded by flowers. “Talk to her. Tell her how sorry you are.”
Carter’s thrusts slow. He’s still violent. Amara’s body jolts as he lowers his lips to lap his tongue on her nipple. He’s almost sweet. Her hands fly to his hair, her lips curving into a scowl.
“I’m…sorry?” Carter seems confused, an interesting twist and a big fucking turn on.
“I don’t want your fucking apologies,” both women say at once.
“I need you to fuck me,” Amara groans. “Please.”
Her desire overcomes her common sense. And it lands her another bite from Carter. A vicious one, judging by the satisfaction in her loud sigh.
“Leave my corner and stop messing with my people.” Macy slams the desk on her end, ruining the moaning and grunting I’m much more interested in hearing. “Your boss’s dad gave it to me before he died. It. Is. Mine.”
“That was before you moved to Florida, Macy,” Riggs grumbles.
Carter leaves Amara’s neck, pressing his forehead to hers. He grabs her hands, pins them to the counter behind her. Using her body as leverage to resume his fast, relentless pace.
“Oh my God, Carter, your piercing.” Amara pushes her tits up. “Right there, please, right there. I’m so close.”
I want her breasts in my mouth. I want my cock squeezed between them.
“I could’ve moved to Mars for all I care,” Macy continues. “That corner is mine.”
“In that case, why don’t you?” Riggs gets on my motherfucking nerves again.
Fucking toddlers.
“Touch your clit, A,” Carter demands. “Make yourself come. I’m not leaving until you come twice. Until your pussy milks me dry.”
Amara does as he says, slipping a hand from Carter’s grip and sliding it between them.
“Riggs,” I threaten, and he cringes.
Seconds later, Amara orgasms. Her cries and rippling body, while Carter rams into her, become the only reason I exist.
Stroking myself faster and making myself come is out of the question. The wrong people will hear my hand on my dick, my unrestrainable groans.
“Killian, I need guarantees.” Macy—who was scared of me less than ten minutes ago—speaks louder. “He needs to back off. Period.”
No one talks back to me unless it’s Amara or Carter. My nerves are already shot to hell and my cock begs for release. I’m on edge, and these two assholes refuse to let me end this call.
“Macy, you’re out of fucking line.”
My reprimand is louder than I would’ve liked, because Amara hears it. I know, because she takes it as an instruction, slapping Carter.
She fucking slapped him.
More precum leaks on my fingers, and I move my hand from root to tip. Slow. Painfully slow.
Carter curls his fingers around her throat. He ruts into her like he’s trying to reach her esophagus with his dick.
“Dirty slut.” He’s in her face, licking her cheek. “I’m going to have to discipline you now. Have been waiting for this opportunity, pet.”
His hand closes in tighter, seeing how hard she’s fighting to breathe. Being around them for two weeks, I know he’s not cutting off her air entirely. He isn’t punishing her, either.
He’s pushing her into another orgasm. A more intense one seeing how her body quivers.
“Sorry, Killian.” Macy doesn’t go for lame excuses like Riggs had.
