“Please, Sir, can I come?” she begged.
“Not yet. You come with me, kitten.”
She groaned. But he had no mercy. Fuck, maybe he should have been wearing a cock ring because he felt like he was about to blow his load after just a few pumps. He moved faster. Harder.
His breathing grew erratic. Need pooled low in his stomach.
“Get ready, kitten. You come when I tell you to. Understand me?”
“Yes, Sir. Please. I need to come.”
He drove back, slammed forward. Pulled back, pushed himself deep. So. Fucking. Good. With a roar that filled the room, he came.
“Now, kitten. Now!”
Keira threw her head back with a cry, her hands clinging to Cole’s shoulders as she found her own release. Julian breathed heavily, resisting the urge to collapse on the bed in a heap.
Fuck. Fuck. Shit.
Incredible.
Cole desperately wanted to come. Just a few short tugs were all it would take. But he was still handcuffed. Not to mention, he had a cock ring on.
Christ. He could still feel Julian taking his ass. Could taste Keira on his lips.
Damn. Just damn.
Julian rolled off the bed with a moan. His breath still coming in fast pants. “I’m going to take care of the condom and plug. Cole, roll onto your back. Kitten, undo his cuffs then slide a condom on him and straddle him, taking him inside you. But you are not to move, understand me?”
Keira let out a happy sigh then winked down at Cole. “Yes, Sir.”
Cole rolled over and Keira unlocked the handcuffs. She even rubbed his wrists for him, not that they were hurting at all.
“Thank you, little bit,” he told her, pulling her down for a deep kiss.
She drew back with a smile. Then she stood and grabbed a condom. Undoing it, she rolled it over his shaft.
“Does the cock ring feel okay?” she asked worriedly.
“It’s fine. Now come here.” He grabbed her around the waist and lifted her so she straddled him. “Will your knee be all right?”
“She won’t be fucking you like that,” Julian said, walking back into the room. He was still wearing a T-shirt. Cole wasn’t sure why, but he didn’t want to ask and ruin what was going on. “Kitten, why isn’t Cole’s dick inside you?”
“Sorry, Sir,” Keira said quickly. She grabbed hold of his shaft and then slid him inside her wet, hot passage.
Shit. Fuck. Felt so damn good.
“Lie down on Cole, put your legs flat on either side of his. Very nice.” Julian stood over them. “Now, how many spanks is she owed?” He looked to Cole. Ah, that was his intention.
Christ, he sure knew how to torture them both.
“I believe it’s twenty-five.”
“So it is.” Julian knelt on the bed next to them. He raised his hand and slapped it sharply on Keira’s ass. She jolted then groaned. “Why are you getting spanked, kitten?”
“For not telling you about the pain pills, Sir,” she replied as he continued to belt her butt with hard spanks.
She clenched around Cole’s cock and groaned. Fuck. He needed to come. Badly. Her breasts were pressed against his chest, her pussy surrounded him in wet warmth.