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It makes Jace growl as I boldly roll my hips, fucking his hand as much as he’s fucking me.
“I belong to Jace.” I let my ex hear my breath changing. I make him watch how quickly Jace can make me come. But I edge. I indulge. “And if he finds out there’s another copy of that video somewhere ofhiswoman, you’re dead.”
I watch David’s eyes.
They’re glaring jealously at Jace’s hand between my thighs before they meet my stare and stubbornly lock on it.
Unfortunately, I know David.
I know how to read his beady stare, his bratty face, his volatile moods before he has a tantrum.
He’s hiding something.
“If you don’t tell me where your copy is, it’ll be your slow, painful death,” I warn as I reach down, cupping my hand over Jace’s. “My man will torture you every day for a year while he fucks me every night.”
Sliding my finger over Jace’s slick digits, I proudly sink mine together with his inside my cunt. “And just know, my man has ahugecock; he has to go slow so I can stretch for it. But I’m such a proud slut for him, I want him to fuck every hole that belongs to him.”
“Oh fuck, yes, baby,” Jace growls. “Tell him. Tell him how I’ll fuck his ass up every day before I fuck yours every night.”
Jace starts to pound our hands into my sex, the smacking sound getting me off along with his palm, spanking my clit.
“Tell him.” I’m edging. I’m reveling. I’m warning David. “Tell him if we have all the videos, or you die.”
It’s subtle. The naked eye wouldn’t catch it, but my photographer’s focus does. Barely, David flicks his glance to the right before it’s back on me.
“His phone,” I tell Nick and Zar.
I’m not ashamed of them seeing this. They’ll be my kings too. We’ll share so much.
I hear Nick’s heavy footfalls near the table. “Got it.”
“Passcode,” Zar demands, forgetting David can’t speak. He can only whine over his gag.
“Sixty-nine, sixty-nine, sixty-nine.” But I know his passcode. Dumbasses are too predictable.
“We’re in,” Nick confirms about the phone, and I go lax, roused and ready for revenge. Ready to come over Jace’s hand.
“Oh god, my man issogood.” I smirk at David as I praise Jace. “He fucked me three times last night. His huge cock makes my pussy so sore, but he makes me come so many times, he’s worth it.”
Jace listens to me, reads me, knows me. He changes his touch from ripping an orgasm from my body to lusciously rubbing one out. He softens his touch, making me close my eyes and fall back into his huge, hard heat.
He gives me all the time in the world, but I don’t need it. I only need Jace, who coaxes over my ear, “Show the little man-child how your pretty pussy loves to come for your big daddy.”
“Oh fuck.” My hand, holding my panties aside, starts to shake. My thighs begin to tremble. My power rising to its highest point, I force my lustful gaze on the one who tried to take this from me while I let my man give it back.
“That’s it, Vivian.” Jace suddenly curls his fingers inside me, rubbing with exquisite pressure. “Tell him how you’re safe with me, how you have no shame with me.”
The pleasure is almost blinding; it’s lighting up my nerves. My core tightens, pussy clenching, body quaking. “Yes, my king.”
“Good girl.” Jace presses his warm, whiskered lips to my ear, his fingers pinching my nipple, his other hand suddenly pounding my cunt so hard. “Now tell him how I’ll let all my men fuck you privately while I proudly protect your pussy like a fucking queen.”
“Oh god.” I can imagine it. Trust it. Love it. It makes me burst over Jace’s hand, flooding his palm. My knees give out, but he holds me up. It takes me a second to breathe, to realize. “Oh my god, Jace, did you just make me squirt?”
He turns me around, answering with his hungry kiss.
David’s muffled curses try to steal this moment from us, but he can’t.
Out of the corner of my eye, I see Nick with his arms wrapped around Zar, holding Zar’s back to his chest. Nick is exactly like his brother Jace, devouring his queen’s neck while he pleasures him. He’s stroking Zar’s exposed cock that’s jutting hard, watching us.
