Raf works her over with the toy and his tongue, alternating between hard and soft, fast and slow, until she’s writhing on the bed, begging under her breath.
“Please, please, please,” she whimpers, hands scrabbling for something to hold onto.
“Come for us, Ava,” I murmur against her nipple, pinching it just hard enough to make her cry out.
She does, and it’s fucking wild. Her whole body bows off the bed, thighs clamping around Raf’s head as she shudders and screams, coming so hard she nearly blacks out.
Raf keeps licking, working her through the aftershocks, then finally pulls away, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.
I prop myself up beside her, brushing hair off her sweaty forehead. “You alive, baby?”
She doesn’t answer, just sucks in gasping breaths, eyes glazed.
Raf climbs up beside her, stripping his tank off as he goes, his chest all hard planes of muscle and dark ink. He looks at her like he’s going to devour her as he tugs off his pants and boxers, then glances at me, quirking a brow.
I quickly strip off my shirt and jeans, my cock already rock hard and leaking. I kneel on the bed, dick bobbing above Ava’s face, and stroke myself as Raf positions himself between her legs, spreading her wide.
He slides inside her with a single, brutal thrust, and she screams again, raw and hoarse.
Since her mouth’s already open, I slide my dick right in. She gags on instinct, but then the heat of her mouth closes around me, tears leaking from the corners of her eyes as she hollows out her cheeks and sucks. It’s fucking perfect.
Raf fucks her hard, one hand clamped around her thigh, the other on her hip. He watches me as he does, matching the rhythm of my own thrusts in and out of her mouth.
“Our Doll takes us so well, doesn’t she?” I taunt, tangling my hand in her hair and guiding her mouth up and down my shaft.
“So fucking well,” Raf agrees, his voice thick.
Ava is a mess, moaning around my cock, drool and tears slicking her face. She gags, but I pull back, letting her catch her breath before pushing back in. She clamps down, sucking hard, and I nearly lose it.
Raf picks up the pace, fucking her savagely. “Make her come,” he orders gruffly. “Wanna feel her squeeze around me.”
I pick up the nearest vibrator, flicking it on and holding it against her clit, the bud swollen and sensitive. She spasms, body locking up as she detonates in two seconds flat, gushing around Raf’s cock. He snarls and keeps going, never slowing as he fucks her through it.
I can’t hold off any longer. “Shit, I’m gonna come,” I warn, pulling out of her mouth and jerking myself fast over her chest. Raf pulls out of her pussy and shuffles up her body, matching my strokes.
We both aim for her tits, painting them with our claim, white stripes landing across her flushed skin. Ava gasps, eyes half-closed, covered in sweat and cum.
It’s the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen.
Raf wipes his tip off on her thigh, then flops down on the bed, chest heaving.
I reach down to smear the mess across her tits with my palms, massaging the cum into her skin.
“You did so good, Ava baby,” I purr, basking in the afterglow. “Top marks. You’re officially a slut now.”
She makes a noise somewhere between a laugh and a sob, then closes her eyes, letting herself drift off somewhere in her head. Raf climbs off the bed and stalks from the room while I stretch out beside her, smug and satisfied.
Fuck, it’s good to be King.
CHAPTER 26
AVA
Tonight came fasterthan I expected. Maybe because the last week and a half blurred past in a mess of cramming, sleep deprivation, and wall-to-wall orgasms.
Not even an exaggeration.
Now that my cherry’s been popped, the Kings treat sex like some kind of group-bonding exercise, with me as the three-way tug rope. Though I can’t really complain, considering they always make sure I’m left satisfied.
