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He comes, flooding my center, grunting, clasping my neck before wanting me to take him into my mouth to clean him, although it doesn’t work like that.

Because he gets hard again when I lick his balls and run my tongue over his crown, and his eyes and mine never break apart.

He and I have something in common. Something dark and wild. Something I don’t want to think about.

His hooded gaze and knowing smirk confirm my suspicion.

He shoves his dick into my mouth while I prop myself against the headboard, my mouth wrapped around his stiff meat.

I can’t connect with him, but that’s beyond the point. I doubt he wants it. And can’t take in another man, emotionally, I mean.

But this also comes with benefits. Sex is good.

We have no point of contact other than the physical one and the transaction between us, and that’s all it takes to experience that dirty, filthy kind of fucking some people wonder about.

It reminds me of how Kai had fucked me this morning.

He did that to me, and although I resented him––mostly afterward––it spoke to some dark side of me at that moment.

But this is different. There is no resentment. How we got here is morally wrong, but what we’re doing now is cathartic for me and empowering for him.

I read immense satisfaction in his gaze, although I’m sure he gets women on their backs with their mouths glued to his dick all the time.

I flick my tongue around the tip of his erection before running the edge of my teeth against his flesh and watching him tense and flash a knowing smile.

As much as most men hate feeling vulnerable, he has no problem watching me threaten his manhood.

This is not about that, though.

It’s a tease, a test, an expressed need for trust, and comes with a smile and his hand in my hair.

I’m sure he’d break my neck before I could take a bite of him.

I also think we get each other. Stroking his balls, I move my tongue around his crown, smiling wickedly.

“You are such a tease, woman. Come to me,” he says, sitting upright on his knees while pulling me up to him.

His hand goes to the wall, supporting his body while he drapes his arm around my waist and sucks me into a deep, dirty kiss. It’s like my memory has been erased, and all I want is to have sex with him.

I move my hands up his hard body and down his back until cupping his hard butt. We sort of fall against the wall as he fucks my mouth with his tongue and runs his hand between my legs.

His middle finger goes in, dipping into a pool of wetness.

He knows I’ve had a lot of sex these past twenty-four hours. He’s even witnessed some of it, and he’s undoubtedly impressed that my sexual drive is still strong.

He’s surely my match.

We could go on like this for the rest of the weekend, although I’m certain we both have a lot of other things to do.

The thought brings the three men back to my attention. Weirdly, I don’t want to see any of them right now.

I don't know where they are, but they have made a pretty strong statement. Leaving the room and all that. Refusing to participate––in Kai’s case.

I wish I could get back to the hotel without running into them. They seem to forget that this was their idea. Not this, Roman and I, but the whole let’s have fun together thing.

Roman grips my neck under my chin while my hands claw at his chest. He comes hard at me, kissing me and making me lose my breath when he lowers his butt to his heels, his dick pointed up, and I slide down until he’s rooted deep inside my body.

He has one arm looped around my waist, his eyes on mine while I grind onto him. He stays still, drawing pleasure from my pleasure.

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