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“If you want it that fucking bad, you better come so fucking hard you drench my hand,” I growl, and she clenches around my curling fingers. I can’t take my eyes off her reflection as she loses herself again.
There isn’t a soft cock or dry pair of panties on the other side of the window. All of them as enchanted with her as I am.
A beautiful groan rattles from her when I teasingly pull my fingers from her. The sweet rumble travels straight to my cock.
I don’t just want to fuck her.
I fucking need it.
Pressing my arousal-covered fingers into her mouth and over her tongue, she sucks herself from me. Her tongue swirls over them, and I can’t help but think about it swirling around my tip.
“I need to put my cock in you.” I tear at my belt buckle and unfasten my pants. “Be a good girl and take it.”
“Please,” she breathlessly exhales, falling forward until she’s on her hands and knees. Her thighs are painted in her slickness, and it continues to drip from her cunt. “Please fuck me, Sir.”
I want to be dripping from her.
Wrapping her long, umber locks around my fist, I slide into her with a groan. I pull her head back as I work up to a punishing pace, forcing her to keep her eyes on the mirror.
“Watch. Us. Fuck. Mo. Cui—Shle,” I grunt the words between brutal thrusts. She stares into the mirror, her eyes unwavering from mine in our reflection. “Don’t come. Fucking…hold it. I want…you…milking…my fucking…cum…when I fill you.”
Her nails dig into the floor beneath her, fighting against herself to wait for me. “I can’t,” she groans.
The sound of my hips slamming against her ass echoes around the room as I relentlessly pound against her. As much as I would love to fuck her and repeatedly show the world how fucking perfect she is, I can’t hold back.
“Come for me,” I demand through my final thrusts. Her pussy squeezes around my throbbing cock as ribbons of cum shoot into her, drawing every last drop from me as she comes.
Cum trickles down the back of her thighs when I pull from her. Lifting her from the floor, I pull her into my body and carry her fatigued body to the bed. Climbing in, I press the button by the headboard to the draw the blind.
They don’t get to share in this.
“My girl did so fucking good.” I stare down at her as I cradle her in my lap. Her head falls heavy against my chest, professing, “I’m so fucking proud of you.”
CHAPTER FIFTY
LAYLA
Club Triskelion is quickly becoming the hottest and most exclusive club in all of Manhattan. Lines snake around the corner of people wanting to check their inhibitions at the door and explore their deepest desires.
The club has been packed full every night this week. Word has spread through the city’s elite, and Tristan is receiving requests for membership faster than he can vet the applicants.
We’ve been holed up in the office all day sorting applicants. There are piles of yes, no, and maybe applicants on the table before me. The pile of maybes seems to be quickly outgrowing the other two piles.
“No more,” I huff, placing what feels like my thousandth application on the table.
Tristan returns from a ridiculously long trip to the bar downstairs and enters the office, taking a sip of his whiskey. He retakes his seat beside me on the couch. “Definitely, no more. I think we’ve both had way more than enough work for today.”
“Thank God,” I exhale.
“I can think of much better things I’d rather be doing with you.” Tristan pulls me into his lap, and his lips immediately finds my neck.
“You’re fucking insatiable, Mr. Evans,” I tease with a chuckle.
“Fucking addicted is more accurate.” He presses a hand between my thighs. “And I still owe you my half of our deal.”
My face scrunches in confusion. “Our deal?”
“You let me show the club what a good fucking girl you are,” he reminds me. “I’m supposed to show you what it’s like to be shared.”
