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“Kiss me first,” I say loudly enough for both of them to hear.

She kisses me like it’s her last.

“You’re in charge,” she mutters, as she drops to her knees. She unzips my slacks and looks up at me with defiance and delight in her blue eyes.

She’s daring me to stop her.

Say I don’t want this.

I can’t handle how badly I crave you.

But I won’t. Because it’s not true.

Because I want her more than I want my next breathe.

Fuches takes the hint, motions for Diamond to do the same. She positions just right, always in frame. Then she does her work.

Jamie holds my gaze for a moment, then she turns all her attention to her task.

The soft brush of her lips against my tip. She drags them around me like I’m a treat she’s going to savor.

Then it’s a flick of her tongue.

She takes her time reacquainting herself with soft, slow flicks.

Then she takes me into her mouth.

Fuck, that feels good. And the sight of Jamie, on her knees, with her lips around me, that mix of surrender and defiance in her eyes⁠—

It nearly undoes me.

She teases me for a moment. My body floods with anticipation and need. She feels so good. And I want that. And I want more.

My body screams take more, fuck her, make her come.

Instead, I let head lead.

She takes me deeper, then pulls back and does it again.

Then it’s that soft suction.

The warm pressure of her hand.

She looks up at me as she takes me again.

She thinks I’ll stop her. She thinks I’ll pull back. She thinks I’m too selfless to come on her tongue.

But I’m not.

And I won’t.

My hand goes to her hair. The other to her breast.

I toy with her as she takes me.

She groans against my cock like this is everything she wants.

And it is.