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“Uh huh.” She reaches for me again, bending until her breath feathers my tip. “I’m going to make you come so hard, you’ll speak in tongues.”
“I’m not religious,” I remind her.
“After tonight, you will be.” She holds my dick upright and bends to lick my balls.
“Fuck!” I grab her shoulders to steady myself, but each swipe and suck weakens the bonds holding me at bay.
A fire trail follows her tongue up my scrotum, causing the muscles in my back to seize. “Mmm,” she moans, paying particular attention to my protruding veins.
I fight the need to spill my seed. Only Sloane has the ability to destroy my fortitude in seconds. My vision hazes and I grit my teeth as wet heat engulfs me. She bobs up and down, twisting her hands around the length she hasn’t swallowed.
Clink.
Clink.
Clink.
My chains fall away. I cup Sloane’s face, beautifully stuffed with my dick in her mouth. “Don’t be so shy. You can take more of me.”
Her eyes widen as if understanding finally dawns on her of what the consequences to her challenges will be.
“Valentino, remember she is our wife. She deserves better than—”
Sloane slashes the air and I ease out of her mouth. She turns her back to me and faces Tácito. “I deserve for Valentino to be authentic with me.”
“Do you not see the look in his eyes? He could hurt you if we don’t—”
“You don’t believe that, and neither do I.”
While they sign, impatience crawls up my spine. I satisfy my need to touch Sloane by cupping her breasts and toying with her nipples.
Her breath hitches. “Tácito, I want everything Valentino has to give. The only pain I’ll feel is the kind I want.”
“You…like pain?” He frowns as if trying to diagnose a complicated medical case.
“It’s not that I like pain so much as the pleasure the pain enhances.”
To demonstrate for my mild-natured friend, I twist Sloane’s nipple, making her cry out and grab my hand. She rests her body more heavily against me.
“See?” she asks.
I look down to see pleasure clouding her eyes.
“Is that something you’ll want from me, too?” Worry brackets Tácito’s mouth.
“Only if you like it. I love the way you make love to me. That won’t change because I love what Valentino does, too. I need you both to be yourselves when you’re with me. How else will I feel comfortable about accepting my sc—”
I twist her nipples again, not liking where she is going with this conversation.
“Oh, shit! Fuck! Mmm.” She rolls her head along my shoulders. “Just because you don’t like to hear it, doesn’t make it any less true.” She elbows my side. “I’m learning to accept my body and see the beauty in the scars. I won’t let either of you do any less when it comes to being with me.”
“I should probably leave you alone, then.”
“Don’t,” I bark. “While Sloane acts like she doesn’t have limits, I need you to make sure she doesn’t push herself further than she should if I’m not able to draw back in time.”
Sloane scowls up at me. “Valentino, I said—”
“I know what you said and I’ll do my best to give you what you’ve asked for. But I refuse to leave you vulnerable in case things go too far. For me to be completely unrestrained, I need you both to agree.”
