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“Come with us, whore,” Soren orders, his own pace becoming erratic as he chases his release.
My thrusts become harder, more desperate, and Abby’s body shudders between us. The room is heavy with the scent of sex, the sound of flesh slapping against flesh, and our combined grunts and moans.
I grasp her hair, tilting her head to face me. Our mouths collide in a frenzy, our tongues dueling and dancing together. The taste of exhilaration fills my senses as we devour each other with wild abandon. Having her sandwiched between us is pure perfection, making my need more intense.
Then I hear it, the bells tolling across the speakers and the people shouting the countdown.
Ten… Nine…
With each second passing, I slam into her as hard as possible. I don’t know if Soren knows why I’ve changed the rhythm, but he follows my lead.
Five… Four…
Letting go of her mouth, I roar, “Fuck! I’m coming!” My orgasm rips through me just as people shout ‘Happy New Year’, and I’m spilling my hot cum inside her.
I’m surprised as Soren’s hand snakes up to the back of her neck, pulling her down to him in an intense and urgent kiss. It sends a jolt through my body, seeing him so intimately connected to someone we have just purchased. This night is filled with firsts, fitting for the end of a year and the beginning of a new one.
With a final, desperate push, he follows me over the edge. His pleasure-torn curse is swallowed up by Abby’s eager mouth as he too finds his release.
The surrounding air is filled with the intoxicating scent of sweat and lust, our bodies tangled and intertwined in a frenzy of passion. The sound of our heavy breathing echoes through the room as we bask in the aftermath of our shared ecstasy. In this moment, nothing else matters but the overwhelming rush of pleasure coursing through our bodies.
“Damn,” I mutter, kissing the nape of Abby’s neck, tasting salt and desire. “That was...”
“Intense,” Soren finishes for me, and I can only nod, because words fail to capture the inferno we’ve just walked through together.
“Perfect,” Abby murmurs reverently.
Soren turns and props himself up on his elbow. The movement makes the lights cast a seductive glow over Abby’s delicious body, making her look almost otherworldly. “We’re far from done,” he growls, his voice low and commanding. “We’re not leaving until I’ve had your ass, and my friend has emptied himself deep in your cunt.”
Abby’s breath hitches as she lets out a soft whimper in response to Soren’s words, her body tingling with anticipation of what is to come next.
I squeeze my eyes shut, fighting off Soren’s words as they worm their way into my brain. I’ve never come inside anyone since my bitch ex.
Cupid’s Court takes contraception and safety very seriously. They require monthly health checks. Everyone is deemed clean, and they have all their women on birth control, so there’s no need for condoms.
With the other women here, I’ve played the pull-out game. But fuck… I really want to come inside Abby. Watch my cum leak out of her cunt.
Gail
The incessant pounding at my door splits through the remnants of sleep like a sledgehammer. My eyes snap open, and for a moment, I can’t place where I am—then it all rushes back. Cupid’s Court. The men. The ecstasy. The rushed departure, and now I’m home, in the safety of my bedroom.
“God,” I murmur to the empty room, the words swallowed by the silence. My fingertips graze over my body, tracing the phantom paths of the guys’ caresses, and a sigh spills from my lips. I don’t know who those men were, and part of me revels in the mystery—it’s a secret thrill that belongs only to me. But another part... another part is desperate for a repetition of last night’s symphony of senses.
“Open up, Gail! You better not be dead in there!” Luce’s voice, laced with that familiar mix of concern and exasperation, finally propels me out of bed. I shuffle to the door, trying not to wince with each step. But damn, I’m sore—deliciously so.
Still wrapped in the cocoon of my duvet, and yank it open, and my bestie barges past me, a harbinger of caffeine and sugary carbs. She plonks down a tray laden with coffee and breakfast muffins on the living room table, her energy levels a stark contrast to my languid state.
“Did I wake you?” she asks, sitting down on the couch.
I follow her, plopping down on the other end of the couch, stretching and yawning. “What time is it?” When she tells me it’s early afternoon, I sit straighter. “I don’t even know what time it was when I got home. But I feel like I’ve only slept for a few hours.”
The sympathetic look she gives me only lasts for a few seconds. “Spill the tea,” she demands, handing me a cup of coffee. “I want every dirty detail.”
I cradle the warm paper mug between my hands, the steam curling into the air. With each sip, the fog in my brain begins to lift, and the memories from last night sharpen into focus. “It was… good.”
She cackles. “Good? Abigail Rosie Wilson! You’re glowing like only someone who’s been thoroughly fucked.”
“Luce, it was… every time is indescribable.” I let the words tumble out, the longing threading through my voice as I recount every touch and whisper, the raw passion that still thrums through my veins.
