“You have no fucking idea,” James grits out between his clenched teeth, his voice strained. His cock twitches in Cora’s hand, so she sucks him down and starts bobbing her head vigorously. The moment I begin to play with his balls, he explodes with a shout. His body tenses with release as he spills his load into Cora’s mouth. “Fuuuck,” he groans.
She continues to suck him dry until he leans back, spent. Then she tilts her chin up, opening her mouth to show him his seed on her tongue.
“Swallow. Wait… Don’t be greedy, my sweet slut. I think you should share it with Hailee.” She turns to look at me, unsure. Never one to shy away from salacious acts, I take control and pry her lips apart with my tongue, tasting her thoroughly and drawing his cum into my mouth.
We make out passionately for a while, exchanging James’s release between us. Her lips feel soft against mine, and her gentle moans and silky skin offer a refreshing contrast to Dameon’s rugged stubble and growls. When we eventually part, remnants of cum smeared on our lips and chins, Cora’s eyes meet mine. I’m certain her expression mirrors my own—a mix of wide-eyed astonishment and disbelief. This is far from how I envisioned our day ending. Cora bursts into giggles, and I find myself joining in. As our laughter eventually fades, I steal another glance at Dameon. His smile is radiant, those irresistible dimples on full display, clearly amused by our shared euphoria.
“Hate to break up the giggle party, but there’s another cock that needs sucking,” James interjects. I glance at Cora, who responds with a shrug of her shoulders and a dirty smile.
With the grace of panthers, we crawl over to Dameon and gorge on his cock. Our movements, now more confident and practiced, repeat with enthusiasm. Cora lavishes his balls with her tongue while I swallow his length, looking at him from beneath my lashes. His fierce intensity, jaw clenched and twitching under the pressure of pleasure, captivates me, drawing me into the depths of his sea-green eyes. Dameon grips my hair, pulling me off with a slurp. A string of saliva connects us before disappearing.
“Having fun, kitten?”
I smile before collecting the drool on my lips with my tongue. “Yes, sir.”
“Then get back on my cock.” He forces my head down, and I moan loudly, sucking with a renewed force.
It doesn’t take long before he’s growling his release, and Cora and I share another cum-covered kiss. Savoring his taste, I search her mouth for his essence, driven by a greedy need. I want every drop inside me, unwilling to share. Not even with Cora. When I pull back, I lick my lips and lean forward to clean Cora’s lips and chin before she has a chance. Apparently I’m a greedy slut too. Turning back to Dameon, I swipe my tongue around his head, collecting the last few drops before pressing a kiss to his tip.
“Perfection,” he praises with those gorgeous dimples.
With all this pent-up sexual tension, I’m on the brink of exploding. The slightest breeze against my clit will be enough to set me off. I’m unsure whether this marks the end of our double date or if there’s more to come, especially considering this is meant to be a punishment. But my question is answered when they start to disrobe. And holy hell, what a show it is. Cora’s eyes go wide, like a kid in a candy shop, and I can’t help but snort at her expression. Their physiques are impressive; James is broader, while Dameon is leaner and more defined. Beneath their defined torsos, their hard dicks protrude like weapons. It’s continually surprising to me that Dameon never needs downtime; he’s always ready to dive straight back in. His boundless energy and relentless stamina never cease to leave me in awe.
James and Dameon position us on our hands and knees, facing each other.
“Hold onto each other’s arms,” James commands, and we reach out, grasping each other’s forearms. James moves behind Cora, and I sense Dameon mirroring his actions. I’m already sopping wet, and he slides in effortlessly, all the way to the hilt. He begins to snap his hips against my sore ass with frantic speed, catching me off guard with his sudden ferocity. There’s no warm-up; I’m thrown straight in the deep end. I lock eyes with Cora as we pant and struggle to keep from smacking our heads together due to the force of their thrusts. Our tits sway vigorously with each movement, and all we can do is hold on and enjoy the wild ride. Pleasure courses through my veins, bubbling up, ready to erupt at any moment.
“Fuck. You were made to take my cock.” Dameon punctuates each word with a hard, deep thrust. He drives forcefully into me before gushing inside me with a low grunt. He immediately reaches under and pinches my clit, triggering my own release. I scrunch my eyes shut and cry out, terrified of the cliff I’m being propelled over.
The four us move in perfect harmony as we navigate the tumultuous sea of ecstasy.
As our climaxes wash over us, we collapse in a tangled heap of limbs, our breaths ragged and labored. The air is heavy with the scent of our desire and the musky aroma of sweat. Completely spent, we lie intertwined, savoring the aftermath of our encounter, knowing that we have journeyed to the very edge of passion and back. And I want to do it all over again.
Chapter eighteen
Hailee
“Goodmorning,Portia,”Igreet as I step into the pristine white marble foyer on the fortieth floor of the Hayes & Hayward Media building. Despite my attempt at a natural smile, it feels more like a grimace. I hastily wipe my sweaty palms on my dress before shaking her hand.
“Good morning, dear. You must be Hailee. Cora told me you’d be dropping by this morning.” Portia welcomes me with a warm smile. Her white hair is elegantly slicked back into a neat bun, and her impeccably tailored beige pantsuit complements her petite frame. She must be in her sixties, but she exudes an effortless confidence and grace, and it’s clear she takes pride in her appearance. Kudos to the men for not hiring the clichéd young tart with tits and ass hanging out as their executive assistant.
“I wanted to surprise Dameon, if that’s okay?” I worry my bottom lip between my teeth, nerves fluttering like trapped butterflies in my stomach.
“Of course. You can go on through.” She gives me a conspiratorial wink.
“Thank you,” I reply with a slight grin.
I wish that were the only reason I’m here.
With renewed purpose, I stride down the hallway, each step echoing the thunderous rhythm of my heart. My hand trembles slightly as I lightly knock on Dameon’s office door.
“Come in.” His clear command rings through the frosted glass. I push it open, and his face lights up when he sees me, the warmth in his expression making me feel even more like a piece of shit.
“Hey, thought I’d drop by and surprise you. Plus, I brought lunch,” I say with a forced cheerfulness, holding up the container I brought with me. I asked Eloise to prepare his favorite meal.
“Well… that is averywelcome surprise. Come here, goddess.” He pushes back from his desk and pats his leg. His eyes blaze with appreciation as they sweep over my outfit—a slinky black wraparound dress, paired with high black pumps, and a tantalizing hint of pantyhose and suspenders underneath.
I perch myself on his lap, and he’s quick to seize a fistful of my hair, pulling me closer. He crushes his lips to mine in a fiery kiss. Our mouths meld together in a frenzy of desire, igniting a blaze of passion that consumes us both. Even after all this time, electricity still crackles between us whenever we’re together.
