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Rhett and I work her a few more times, and her pussy floods with her arousal. When I know she’s good and ready, I nod to Rhett and he gently pulls the plug from her and replaces it slowly with his dick.
She moans and hisses as he slips into her. Her already tight pussy stretches even tighter to accommodate Rhett’s girth.
We find a steady rhythm and alternate pistoning into her. Cade plays with her clit and breasts every so often. Soon I feel her pussy clench around my dick and pulse with her orgasm. I take her mouth with mine, wanting all of her pleasure. Rhett continues to fuck her and then I’m coming, my seed spilling from her and dripping down my balls onto the floor.
Rhett is close behind me. She cries out when Cade bites down on her nipple, extending her pulsing pussy. Then Cade comes, streams of his come spurting all over her stomach, flowing down to where I’m still joined with her.
If I hadn’t come already I definitely would have with that. She is so glorious covered in come and it leaking out of her from her pussy and ass.
As the scene ends and we go about her aftercare and clean up, the crowd moves on. I was so engrossed in things that I didn’t see nearly every eye on us for the culmination of our scene.
17 Cut Throat
Elle
Ready for a laid-back day after the intensity, I agree to brunch with some friends at one of my favorite restaurants close by. My men insist on dropping me off, and I promise to text when I’m done. They’re going out for an early lunch at a sports bar a few blocks away. We pull up to the curb and I have a smile of satisfaction when Alaric opens my door. Each extension and contraction of my body reminds me of our interlude last night at Embrace. It was something of my dreams. No. Better. It was more than I could have ever dreamed of, and I’ll cherish the experience for the rest of my life.
I feel so much closer to each one of them. It’s as if we’re more in tune with each other this morning. Before I can exit the car fully, Rhett wraps his arm over my lower belly and slides in tightly behind me.
“Have fun but think of us,” he whispers then kisses my neck softly, letting me go.
“I will to both.” I give him a wink and get out, stepping into Alaric's waiting arms.
He wraps me up tight, and I breathe in his citrus wood oil scent.
“I hope you enjoyed last night. I will cherish our time more than you’ll ever know,” he says into my hair.
I lean my torso away from his so I can look into his eyes. “Of course I did. It was a magical moment that will stay with me forever.”
Going up on my tiptoes, I brush my lips on his until he yanks me closer, dominating me and forcing me to kiss him properly. The exhilaration that thrills through my body has me wishing I didn’t agree to brunch right now. But I know I need to do things as I normally would. I don’t want my life to be so consumed with them that I lose myself in the process of finding them and us.
“Now I don’t want to go,” I admit.
“No, go and enjoy your friends,” he encourages me. I nod then turn to the open window so I can say goodbye to Cade.
I lean on the door and give him a million-watt smile. “Don’t get into trouble without me.” I wink at him and blow him a kiss.
His returning smile is the reaction I wanted. “I make no promises. Go so you can get back to us.” He shoos me away, but I know he wants to be with me just as much as I want to be with him. I turn and enter the restaurant, finding my friends at a table by the front window.
My cheeks get warm knowing they probably saw everything just now.
“Hey!” I greet them, taking my seat, facing away from the window. I can tell by the smirks and looks of judgment on their faces they saw and they don’t think of it in a positive light. Ignoring it, I look over the menu.
The waiter comes by and takes our order and they all start gossiping about who’s fucking who and having an affair. None of it is of any interest to me but I pretend to be enthralled, nodding and interjecting a word here and there. The entire time I wonder what I’m doing with these catty women, realizing I have nothing in common with them.
“So, Elizabeth,” Matilda, the group's equivalent of lead mean girl draws all attention to me knowing I hate it when she uses my full name, “tell us about thosementhat dropped you off.”
Her platinum blond hair gleams in the light as she lifts a perfectly sculpted brow. She emphasizes the word men saying it like it’s a nasty word she can’t stand in her mouth.
I look around the table at each of them. All are perfectly presented with their sleek hairstyles and chic outfits that accentuate their assets in all the right places while hiding any possible flaws. They all look beautiful and perfect. But it’s all a mask.
Mentally taking a deep breath to deal with her intrusive and rude line of questioning, I tell them the truth.
“They’re my boyfriends.” But that’s all I give them.
“Allof them?” she asks, her eyes framed with her expertly placed lashes, getting big like an owl.
“Yep.” I pop the p looking down at my silverware, lining it up on my napkin.
