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I wrap my leg around him and pull him close to me. He catches my mouth in a deep kiss.
I’ll spend the rest of my life kissing him, Killian, Spencer, and Xane.
Something cold pressed against my asshole.
I gasp against Derek’s lips, and Killian slides a metal plug into my ass. It’s much smaller than any of their cocks, but the wide, flared base leaves me feeling full.
“A little present, for times when we can’t be inside you,” Derek says against my lips. “Like in a restaurant.”
Thud. A paddle hits my bare ass, sending vibrations through the plug filling me.
“Fuck,” I squeak.
“I knew she would like it,” Xane says from across the room.
Thud.
“It has a jewel, Gem,” he continues “Sapphire, to match your eyes.”
Thud.
Every swat of the paddle drives the little metal plug deep in me, sending the most unique combination of sensations I’ve ever felt through my entire form. It may be shorter than their cocks, but it sends waves of pleasure through me all the same.
“You’ll be wearing it on our instruction, along with matching clamps. On your nipples and your clit, Angel. What do you think of that?” Killian says with a smirk, swatting me again with the paddle.
I can’t think to talk. I can barely think to breath. One more swat and…
Thud.
“Fuck!” Derek and I yell at the same time.
I come hard around his cock, milking his dick with my pulsing walls. His cum overflows my already dripping cunt and pours down my leg, spewing around his still thrusting cock.
He tries to set me back on my feet, and I immediately fall back to my knees.
I look up at Xane standing on just the other side of the room.
“That desk is the perfect height, you know. That’s no coincidence. Up on the edge of the desk, Gem. Show us your dripping pussy,” Xane says, his voice raspy.
Spencer and Killian pick me up and carry me to my new desk, perching my ass on the edge of the hard surface. My feet don’t quite touch the ground, but Killian’s cock is at the perfect level to fuck me. The plug rams hard into me, and I squirm, sliding it in and out a little more.
Spencer spreads my legs open wide, displaying my cum-soaked pussy lips. I tilt my head back and see the city framed by the windows surrounding my office.
It seems like a lifetime ago, I would’ve felt ashamed fucking on a desk.
Now, I’m simply proud to show off for Xane.
Spencer drops to his knees in front of the desk. His warm breath on my pussy lips sends chills through my entire body. With the tip of his warm tongue, Spencer teases my wet slit, running long strokes of his tongue up and down my lips.
I’m shaking from head to toe from the sensations he gives me.
I lie back on the desk, giving them full access to my body. The desk is just a little too narrow to hold me completely, and my head leans off the edge.
“Open wide, Princess. I need those lips on my prick,” Derek demands in his thick English accent.
I open my mouth and catch the head of his cock with my tongue before he even gets it in my mouth. He pushes the head across my tongue, and I smile wide up at him, just imagining what I look like from this angle.
He’s already completely hard again, and the head of his cock is so enormous, I don’t think I’ll ever be able to deep throat him on the first go…but that isn’t going to stop me from trying.
From the corner of my eye, I watch Xane stroke his prick.
I love watching him handle his cock.
Like a sculptor teasing a work of art from a slab of clay, his large hands are so large, yet so delicate. He covers every inch of his cock methodically. The same care he puts into tying the perfect knot, he puts into jacking off while watching me get double-teamed.
I pinch one of my trapped nipples myself and reach for him.
I want his cock.
Now.
With a low growl, Xane crosses the room like a jungle cat. He catches my nipple in his mouth and rolls it with his tongue, mimicking the way I pinched it to make him come over here.
Xane takes my hand and wraps it around his massive cock. His hand encloses mine, and together, we stroke his cock.
“Yes, Gem,” Xane whispers, his voice labored and raspy.
My jaws stretch to accommodate the size of Derek’s cock, his balls smacking my forehead each time he bottoms out deep in my throat.
Xane lets go of my hand, focusing his long fingers on my bound breasts. He teases my nipple and fusses over the placement of the ropes. This is his artwork, and while he’s always satisfied with me, I don’t think he’ll ever be done improving his craft.
