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I liked the idea but I knew I’d be breaking our family rule. It was a rule I’d established to help keep the boys in line. Still, seeing him there, soft and in need of attention was too tempting. Besides, what was the point of being The Dove, the head of the family, if I couldn’t indulge in a little early morning hanky panky?

What would Venus do?

I quietly tucked my legs up under me and turned, putting my feet on my pillow as I crept under the sheet. I was face to face with it, staring at his smooth, draped over cock. I loved the thing, an extension of the man I adored sleeping right there next to me. If I had to pick a “main fellow” Bentley would probably be it. I gently ran my fingers over his balls, and his cock moved. It stirred. It wanted me as much as I wanted it.

And I was wet, something I never had a problem with. Having a variety of men at your disposal will keep you always in the game.

As I threatened to drip on the sheet, I took his balls in my hand again and lightly massaged them, running my fingers through his curly brown hair. He jerked, his feet nearly kicking me in the head.

He was up, in more ways than one.

“What the…” I heard from up near our pillows. “Oh…ha…well…good morning to you too.”

And then, like the man he always is, Bentley dipped his head down a bit, pried my legs apart, and kissed my clit. Just a peck at first, to greet me like the morning sun.

I grabbed his cock, which had begun to stiffen at a rapid pace, and held it in my grip. I put my mouth within an inch of it and was about to put my lips over the head when Bentley sipped from my wet pussy, a gesture I loved. Something about the thought of him drinking from me made me even wetter. And when Bentley devoured me, he liked to lap it up.

Damn he is good. I definitely didn’t make a mistake in marrying this one.

My head crashed against the mattress as Bentley dove in, planting his mouth against my swollen pussy and burying his tongue inside.

He rolled me over, so that I was sitting on his face. And as I looked down at his throbbing cock, I knew that I couldn’t touch it. It was against MY rules. This wasn’t his day.

He’d had me yesterday. Several times.

I sat up and let him stuff himself with my juices. I rested my hands against his thighs and pushed down against him, silently begging for him to make me come. The stubble of his c

hin pressed against my clit and nearly set me off. I was close already.

Eat my pussy, baby. Yes, do what you do best. Oh fuck.

It felt so good. He swirled his tongue around, softly, but quickly, knowing full well that time was of the essence.

“Ahhh, yes,” I cried out louder than I’d wanted to as I sat up and then slammed my open palms against his thighs, making a loud smacking sound.

“Lauren, mi amor, you alright?” came the familiar sound of Alejandro, or Ale’ as I’d nicknamed him, my Costa Rican stud.

I looked up at the doorway and saw him standing in it, in just a pair of boxers, his muscular chest covered in thick black hair. He’d covered his eyes and was rubbing at his temples.

“I’m sorry,” he said.

As he backed out of the room I knew he was upset. He didn’t like seeing me with another man. None of them did even though they each knew what happened on days that weren’t their own. It was all in pursuit of a daughter. The golden chalice.

I wanted to let the guilt sink in for some reason, as I cared for each of my men immensely, but Bentley’s tongue circled my pussy lips and plunged inside me again and I couldn’t concentrate. I closed my eyes and grunted, feeling like I was about to let loose on his face.

Mmmm hmmm!

“I wanna be inside you,” Bentley said in a muffled voice.

I wanted that too but I couldn’t.

“We can’t babe. You know the rules. You can play in the morning but no penetration. Connor would freak again.”

Bentley turned his head, taking a break.

“He’s a good kid but he’s very jealous.”

I wasn’t going to let him wiggle his way out of this one. He needed to finish what he’d started. I leaned to the right, finding his face and putting it back where it belonged.