Page 39 of Two For One

“Fuck me,” I demanded, pulling Ezra to me with my legs.

He grabbed my face, studying me, and when he was satisfied with what he found he nodded, sinking into me with one thrust.

“Oh!” I moaned.

He stayed still, giving me a chance to savor this new connection.

“Fuck her good,” O commanded, stroking his cock next to us.

I didn’t understand their dynamic. Ezra seemed to like it when O gave him commands, turning him on with each order. It also looked like it might give him some peace. I noticed it at Halloween Town. Something was off until O told him to do something and then it was like a switch flipped. If it was praise and directions he needed, I could give him that.

“Such…a…good boy,” I gasped, as he hit that perfect spot, pulling me closer to the edge of the bed.

He pushed my thighs to my chest. The angle let him fuck me deeper and he felt so good like this.

“So good, Ezra,” I moaned, watching O fuck his hand next to us. “Fuck me like the good boy you are, make me come.”

We locked eyes as he fucked me hard, each thrust making me lose my mind.

“Keep those eyes open,” O snapped.

I cried out, the intensity was too much. It felt overwhelming and I reached out for Ezra. He grabbed my hand, leaning over, cocooning me with his body as I rode out my intense orgasm. I bit his shoulder to keep my scream at bay and that spurred him to fuck me harder until he came. His breathing was fast in my ear as he shuddered against me, grinding into me.

He kissed my neck softly, leaning up as O pushed him out of the way.

“Hold on, Xiomara, this is going to be hard and quick,” he groaned, sliding into me.

Ezra’s cum made it easy for him to make me come fast and hard. O grabbed my throat, and I held onto his forearm as he brought my body back to life. He said it was going to be fast and quick, and each thrust only made me barrel towards another orgasm. I was at the precipice when he pumped into me twice, stilling, moaning loudly as he came in me.

My body was still on edge. I trailed my hand down my stomach to finish myself off when he grabbed my hand shaking his head at me.

“Ezra, clean our little witch and make sure she comes again,” O commanded, slipping out of me.

Their come dripped out of me and Ezra quickly went to work, plucking an orgasm from me easily. I gripped the sheets, O sucked on my nipple and Ezra sucked on my clit. My body tensed and exploded in a raw pleasure I'd never experienced before. As I came down from my high, Ezra licked me one last time before O yanked him towards him, kissing him deeply, their tongues clashing, warring for dominance. They were a Michaelangelo painting of eroticism that I needed branded in my memory forever and maybe on my ceiling too.

Senator Albert Augustes Cox was the majority whip, who also frequented our establishment to gather votes and persuaded other senators with more than just money. He was a handsome mid-forties man who was charismatic, good-looking and had dreams of the presidency.

I had always hated him.

He gave me a bad feeling, no matter how many times he tried to woo me into his corner. I had made it clear I was no fan of his. Everyone, including Madame Red, thought he shit fucking golden eggs. They went out of their way for him every time he came in, and while nothing had proved my wariness of him, I knew he was a very bad man.

Unfortunately, he was in my section with an oil tycoon from South America and another senator with his wife. I’m pretty sure the wife was a mail-order bride, and I hated the hypocrisy of it.

I grabbed the Dom Pérignon from the bar, grabbing four glasses and a bucket to take to their table. The club was very busy tonight and there was no one to pawn his table off to, which was a fucking tragedy. As I walked to their table, I took a deep breath, telling myself I could do this, and that he was just one table.

“Lady…and gentlemen,” I said, putting down the bucket of ice on the table.

“Miya, you look gorgeous,” I said as she smiled, but I had a feeling she didn’t understand me because it was the same smile she wore no matter what I said. “Ladies first.”

I set her glass down in front of her as the men watched me pour the rest of the drinks.

“Senator,” I said, passing it to Miya’s husband.

“You sure are a beautiful woman,” the oil tycoon said, as I handed him his glass.

"Why thank you. I think it’s the Native American in me, or could be my daddy’s Spanish blood,” I said smiling.

“Spanish? I can see that.” Senator Cox raised his brow as he took the glass from me. “You are a beautiful woman, Xiomara.”