Executive Engagement

It’s madness.

It’s orgasm—plain, pure, simple and fucking glorious.

I honest to God think mine might have hit me so hard that I blacked out a little.

When I’m able to make coherent thoughts again, Darcy is pulling out of me. A rush of his hot, salty cum pours out as my cunt gapes in his absence.

It rains down on Madeline’s smooth, sexy stomach. Big dollops of creamy-white man juice on her taut, tan skin.

“Lick if off, Lizzie,” Darcy whispers in my ear.

He guides by mouth as I scramble to do so before I risk even just one pearl of his gorgeous opalescent cum dripping down onto the sheets. I lap it up off of Madeline’s skin like I’ve been lost in the desert and Darcy’s cum is all I have to drink.

It tastes like love. Oh my god.

If he could bottle his cum, he’d make another billion, easily.

Too bad for the rest of the world, because it’s mine. All mine.

“Not fair,” Madeline pouts from beneath me. She’s staring up at me in the most pathetic pout I’ve ever seen. Beautiful still, but so full of longing that my heart actually physically aches for her.

I know it’s not fun missing out.

“Sharing is caring, Lizzie,” Darcy whispers in my ear again.

And then I remember.

I remember exactly how my fantasy ends.

I move over Madeline, positioning my cunt right over her plump, sexy lips. Generously, I let the rest of Darcy’s cum drip out of my pussy and onto her tongue.

“Mmmm. Oh my god! Yes!” Madeline moans, licking it up like the greedy whore she is.

I’m a greedy whore too, I guess. Because the next second, we’re rolling across the bed together, sharing Darcy’s cum between us, passing it back and forth, adding to it with our saliva until we’ve both got massive mouthfuls of each other’s spit and Darcy’s delicious cum.

We lay back, panting, as Darcy watches us swallow it all up.

“Stay back.” Madeline giggles at him, hugging me up in her arms. “She’s mine now, Darcy!”

Her body is warm, slick with sweat and saliva and cum.

So is mine.

We hold each other and giggle together as Darcy’s gorgeous lips turn downward into a frown.

“I thought you wanted me,” he faux-pouts.

He’s fucking cute when he pouts.

“No, honey. I think I’ll just do girls from now on.”

“Sharing is caring.” I laugh, giving Darcy a smug little shrug of my shoulders.

Darcy considers that for about half a second before he pounces on both of us. I can’t keep track of whose mouth is whose as we slump back into the plush pillows of Darcy’s bed, a wild tangle of limbs and kisses. Totally blissed out.

Darcy

I may keep Chuck around because he’s fun, but at the end of the day, he’s a damn fine lawyer. I don’t know what kind of magic he worked to bend the Bennet Babes deal back in my favor, but the son of a bitch did it. Chuck and I review all the paperwork required for the deal at my desk.