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He lifted her wrist to his mouth and razed his teeth over her skin. That buzz leapt about twelve notches, especially between her legs. “Tell me.”

She shrugged and offered her thoughts on the difference between upstairs and downstairs.

He nodded. “I prefer the lounge too. But I was so hard for you before, I would’ve taken you in the middle of the street.”

His admission made her grin widen. She let her hands wander down his flat stomach to his erection, shifting back so she had more room to explore. “Before? You still feel pretty hard to me.”

Someone cried out behind her and Spencer’s body went rigid. Taking the cue, she slid all the way over, giving him an unfettered view of the vocal pair on the couch. She tucked his hair behind his ear, much more interested in watching Spencer than she was in watching them.

She undid his belt, eased down his zipper and pulled his cock out of his boxers, freeing him from his constraints. His shaft rose high and proud, his skin here a paler gold than the rest of him though the head was scarlet. A drop of fluid seeped from the slit and she caught it with her thumb, swirling the liquid until another appeared. She resisted the urge to taste him and instead used the lubrication to ease her short, churning strokes. She studied his pinched face as she worked him, reveling in the moment. Knowing he wanted her was the biggest turn-on ever.

He palmed her breast, his hold possessive and rough. There was nothing sweet about Spencer, just a barely restrained wildness that made her hunger for him in a way she’d never hungered before.

“Take off your panties.”

As if they were powered by his voice, her nipples tightened at his demand. “Sorry. Little busy. You want them off, go ahead.”

His eyebrow winged up. “You’ll be the one suffering.”

Good point.

She released him and wiggled until she’d removed her thong. Catching her tongue between her teeth, she smiled and dropped the soaked triangle of fabric on his chest.

“Keep going,” he encouraged in that same commanding tone.

She slowly rolled up her dress, spreading her legs until her bare pussy was on display. It should’ve felt weird but it didn’t. Teasing him, she ground the heel of her hand against her sex. Moisture gathered and spread. She was beyond ready. So ready that if she actually fingered herself the whole room would know how aroused she was. And suddenly, that didn’t seem like such a scary thing. She didn’t know where her boldness had come from, but she hoped like hell it never left.

“I always knew you could multitask,” he said as she resumed rubbing his cock, matching the speed of her hand between her thighs.

“Easier to do that with a list. I just love checking things off,” she murmured, taken aback when his expression turned grim.

“You won’t just check me off. Believe that.” He reached around her body to slide his wide hand over hers on her pussy.

She glanced up and saw the couple on the nearest couch had paused to watch them play. He pushed inward, sliding their tangled fingers over her swollen clit. White-hot heat blazed through her and she cried out, amazed that something so many would see as wrong could feel so good.

His cock jerked and she increased her pace, stroking him harder. “Oh fuck, yes,” he groaned, his eyes closing. His face was so close, his mouth softer now as he raised his hips into her movements. She leaned over to kiss him as he slid his fingers all the way inside her, two of them opening her up while his thumb circled her clit. She nibbled his lips, biting gently and then not so gently until his eyes opened and focused on hers.

Desire filled their potent depths. She let herself float there, lost, until his sharp plunges in and out of her pussy broke the spell.

“You’re nice and wet for me, aren’t you?”

Kelly couldn’t speak. His husky voice was straight out of her fantasies. All she could do was kiss him, hard. Their tongues toyed with each other as the pressure built. Her head swam and she needed air, but she couldn’t stand to drag her mouth away.

She let go of his cock and blindly fumbled for his free hand, pulling it to his erection. He got her drift and wrapped strong fingers around his width, intensifying the rhythm until she could barely hold on. Her womb clenched when he speared her more deeply, her body’s wet sounds almost embarrassingly noisy. She couldn’t wait for him. Couldn’t wait another minute.

Light burst inside her head as she climaxed around Spencer’s fingers. Shudders racked her body. She heard his guttural groan as his shaft thickened in her weak grip seconds before warm wetness spurted into her palm.

She sagged against him, not moving, barely breathing. She relaxed so completely while the aftershocks fizzled through her that she almost thought she imagined the intrusion into her reverie.

“I’m not surprised you chose her, Spencer. Look at that cunt.”

That got her attention all right. Kelly lifted her head and stared.

Standing before them in all her towering auburn glory was none other than Nina, and she was smiling as her eyes did the walking all over Kelly’s private parts.

“What a beautiful pussy.” Nina practically smacked her lips. “Ever tried a threesome, sweetheart?”

Chapter Seven

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