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Sylvia struggled slightly, trying to free her hands. “I want to touch you.”
He shook his head. “Not tonight, Sylvia. If there was more time for us…I know what I want from you. And it has to be now.”
He released her hands briefly so that he could grip her hips and flip her to her stomach. “Hands and knees. That pretty ass of yours has been taunting me.”
Sylvia moved into his requested position without question or hesitation. Every move she made continued to prove what he already knew. She would be a willing submissive.
Lancelot gave her a quick, hard slap on the ass—just one. Just because he could.
She jerked in surprise, but didn’t cry out or complain.
Hugo, however, was a different story. He placed a hand on Lancelot’s shoulder.
Lancelot turned, his eyes narrowed. “I didn’t stand in the way of your pleasures.”
Hugo’s hand fell away, even as he said, “Don’t hurt her.”
Sylvia answered before Lancelot could. “He didn’t hurt me. I like it. I’ve been spanked before.”
Lancelot didn’t move to continue the spanking. He was hard and hurting.
He bent over Sylvia, his chest flat against her back, his outstretched arms next to hers. His cock lay nestled between her legs, the heat of her pussy surrounding it.
“Tell me how you want it.”
Sylvia looked toward Hugo, then back at him. “I want it hard,” she said, her words more breath than sound. “Fast, hard, deep.”
Three words had never sounded more inviting.
Lancelot straightened, took his cock in his hand, and guided it home. He recalled the way Sylvia had taken Hugo inside in one quick thrust.
Tucking the head of his dick inside, he held on to her hips and he plunged inside. She was wet with arousal and Hugo’s come and more than ready for him.
“God,” she cried out, when he retreated without pause, slamming to the hilt once more. Part of him expected Hugo to step in, to attempt to play protector once more, but the other man held back, watching them the same way Lancelot had earlier.
It appeared they were both voyeurs at heart.
Lancelot thrust inside her, over and over, giving her exactly what she wanted…because it was what he wanted as well.
Her back arched and she came with a scream after a few minutes. Lancelot’s fingers tightened their grip and his chest burned with the need to follow her. He couldn’t give way this quickly.
Her pussy muscles clenched around his cock. His jaw hurt from gritting his teeth and he squeezed his eyes closed, foolishly thinking he could hold on a little longer if he didn’t allow himself to see her sexy body.
It didn’t help. Even with his eyes closed, he could imagine her ass bumping against his stomach, the arch of her back as he filled her with his thick, hard flesh.
“Fook.” His tone revealed his pain. His pleasure.
Her shudders began to subside and for the briefest of moments, Lancelot regained control, managed to ward off the imminent climax.
His eyes flew open, his control shattered, when Hugo reached out and cupped Lancelot’s balls.
Their gazes connected for a split second before Lancelot’s world exploded into white-hot light. He came harder than a freight train, pushing Sylvia with him, her second orgasm taking her by surprise.
“Oh my God!” she called out, her arms no longer able to hold her up. She fell facedown on the bed. He followed her down, his weight supported by his elbows as he attempted not to crush her.
Hugo’s hand fell away, though Lancelot swore he could still feel it.
He slid to Sylvia’s side as Hugo climbed back onto the bed, claiming her left. She flopped like a rag doll until she was on her back, then she reached out, clasping her hands with theirs.
