The escort is beautiful. Like smoking hot, sex-on-fire gorgeous.

“Enjoy her, Lizzie,” Darcy says from the doorway of the bedroom. “She’s yours.”

For the evening, at least, it looks like he’s right. But she’s more than just some woman he’s paid to get me off too.

This woman is also everything that I fantasized about the other night in Darcy’s limo, everything I touched myself to, rubbed my clit to the thought of—orgasmed for.

“Oh,” I sigh gently as the escort runs her hands down my body. She strokes me like I’m a beloved pet. Only, the things she’s done with me—the things I know we’re about to do—they aren’t the kind of things that you want to do with dear old Fido.

Her touch is a fuck-me touch. Down my arms, until she’s squeezing my wrists with her perfect french-tipped fingers. My hips, massaging my hip bones through my dress.

She strokes up my waist then wraps her arms around my body, pulling me close in an intimate hug.

“Oh,” I say again, apparently speechless, as she grabs my tits and squeezes them with sensual ruthlessness.

“Madeline,” she purrs into my ear. “Call me Madeline.”

“Is that your real name?” I ask. That should be the last thing on my mind, but fuck. I’ve done a lot of kinky, dirty, sexy, incredible things before. But I’ve never done anything like this.

“No,” Madeline says. Her dark, luscious ruby-red lips press against the hollow spot behind my ear, and I shiver. “Does it matter?”

My eyes move to Darcy leaning up against the doorframe. Cocky as shit. Smiling that knowing, amused, billion-dollar, lopsided smile of his.

“I guess not.”

Madeline’s teeth sink into my neck. I moan the deep, needy kind of moan that before this moment, right here, right now, has taken a man to draw out of me.

“Didn’t think so.”

I feel her lips smiling against my shoulder.

I guess this is a night of many firsts.

Madeline’s long, straight, ink-black hair falls over my shoulder as she continues kissing down my neck and across my back. A woman like me should be used to being kissed like this, but there’s something expertly soft and sweet and womanly about Madeline’s hungry lips.

Where the hell did Darcy find this girl? Probably, I rationalize, he’s fucked her before. Probably has enjoyed those lips in even more intimate places than I’m experiencing them right now.

I would expect that to bother me, but for some reason, it just makes me hotter. It means Madeline and I have something in common. We’ve both been conquered by Will Darcy—by his gorgeous body and his dangerous mouth.

We’ve both sucked the same massive, throbbing piece of man meat that Darcy likes to pretend is just another cock, even though we all know better.

And now, Madeline is conquering me. Maybe I’ll conquer her next. We’ll all conquer each other.

Should that be so hot? Maybe, maybe not. But I’m getting wetter by the second, and Madeline’s kissing is only making it worse.

The fact that Darcy is watching all of this play out, probably getting hard just looking at us, makes my clit throb. My heart is thrumming hard in my chest like a scared little bunny rabbit. My skin feels like it’s on fire—a fire that only intimate, sensual touches can put out.

“Madeline?” Darcy says.

“Mmm—don’t interrupt.” Madeline is tracing my spine with her tongue in a way that’s making my entire body tingle with need for more.

“Undress her,” Darcy orders.

I love when he gets bossy like that. From the moan Madeline makes against the zipper of my dress, I can tell that she enjoys it too.

Her hands squeeze my big, heavy tits again as she takes the zipper between her teeth and pulls it down, down, down. The straps slump off my shoulders while Madeline kneels behind me. Now she’s kissing at the base of my spine.

The sensation is incredible. Like tiny fireworks shooting off inside my body and exploding in my brain.

But this is only the preshow. This is fucking sparklers compared to what comes next.

“You look like such a fucking tart right now, Lizzie.” Darcy’s voice is dark, foreboding. It has that sexy growl to it that only comes out to play when he’s really fucking turned on.

“Yeah? Well, you look like a fucking perv,” I shoot back. Sassy. I know Darcy likes me sassy. “Standing there, watching us...I can see your hard fucking prick threatening to rip right through those expensive slacks you’re still wearing.”

“I could take them off,” Darcy offers.

“I think you’d better,” I say.

From behind me, I can hear Madeline whine with a desperate, muffled “Please!”

She’s tracing the curves of my ass with the tip of her pretty nose, and I’m feeling suddenly powerful. No wonder men pay women like Madeline for sex.

I can tell she’s a pro from the way she’s teasing me, taking her time with it. But I can also tell that she wants me. We work in the same industry, sort of.

When it comes to longing, my bullshit detector has a ten-mile radius. But I can feel her inhale as she noses between my legs, breathing in my sex. I can feel the need in the way she teases my nipples when she lets the bodice of my dress fall to my waist.

“I want you naked first, Lizzie,” Darcy growls. He runs his fingers over his hard-on then squeezes it through his slacks.

I can practically make out every fucking vein of it. Or maybe I’m just so turned on right now, I think I can.

“I want you two to do as I say,” Darcy continues. “Put on a little show for me. And then, when I’ve decided you’ve earned it...then, you can have your treat.”

Madeline yanks my dress down in one hard, desperate motion. It falls to the plush bedroom carpet at my feet.

“Oh!” I gasp as she squeezes my nipples, even harder than before.

I guess Madeline wants her treat as much as I do. But this is my fantasy, and only one of us is getting Darcy’s big, fat dick tonight.

Judging by the way Madeline is making out with my ass cheeks right now, I’m suddenly not even sure that she wants Darcy’s dick. From the way her lips kiss me there, the way her teeth sink gently into the delicate, sensitive skin over my curves, right now it feels like she wants me. Only me.

And Darcy wants me too.

Fuck. I’m totally naked now. Bared to Darcy and to Madeline alike.

And I’m so wet... oh, fuck. I’m dripping. Literally dripping.

I can feel a hot, slick dollop of my honey slide between my pussy lips, threatening to fall to the floor in the same way my dress did.

But like I said, Madeline? She’s a total fucking pro. And a cunt-hungry slut to boot.

Before I can cream all over Darcy’s bedroom floor, she puts a hand on the small of my back, forcing me to bend forward.

Then she pushes her hot, wet tongue against my pussy, lapping my juices right up.

My vision goes pink for a second. If I had a little less experience and a little less composure, my eyes probably would have gone crossed. Madeline’s expert tongue pushes into my cunt then licks all the way up to my swollen, needy clit.

I see fireworks again, and they’re burning even hotter this time. If she keeps this up, I’m going to come.

I’m going to orgasm all over this escort’s tongue. Against her lips. On her face.

While Will Darcy, my billionaire fucktoy, watches, and his cock strains deliciously against his pants.

“That’s right, you fucking slut,” Darcy says. It takes a second for me to realize that he’s addressing the escort, not me. “Make my Lizzie come like she’s never come before.”

Oh god. My Lizze, he’s called me.

Fuck.

His Lizzie.

That does it.

That’s what pushes me over the edge.

“Aaah!” I wail in delicious, orgasmic agony.

The orgasm hits me so hard, my knees nearly give out. If it wasn’t for the way Madeline grabbed hold of my hips without a fucking minute to lose, I probably would have fallen flat on my face.

Instead, she pulls me against her mouth, pressing her tongue even harder to my clit. I ride the waves of pleasure, grinding my hot little love bud against her mouth in time.

That’s right. I’m orgasming on this gorgeous escort’s face, and she’s moaning like that makes her the happiest fucking woman in the entire city. Maybe the entire country, the world, the universe.

It’s only when the orgasm abates that I look back up to Darcy and see that he’s lost control of himself.

His belt is undone, his fly is open, and there towering out from the expensive fabric of his suit pants is his cock. His big, meaty, billionaire dick.

Madeline’s going to have to take a number. I’m definitely the happiest woman in the universe now.

“Lizzie, undress her,” Darcy rasps.

I lean back, greedily pressing my still-throbbing clit against the escort’s lips in defiance.

Darcy’s gaze darkens.

“Now.”

Just from that one word—now—it’s easy to understand why Darcy is such an effective businessman. When it comes to something he really wants, he doesn’t fuck around.

Even when fucking around is the entire reason we’re all here.

Panting and flushed with orgasm, Madeline gives me her hand to steady myself with as I straighten. We switch positions like dance partners in a dirty, naughty waltz.

Madeline is wearing lingerie, something lacy and expensive and impractical. Lucky for me, I’m no bumbling teenage boy trying to unclasp my first bra in the back seat of my parents’ station wagon.

I’ve wrangled the most stubborn, confusing, and needlessly complex lingerie that anyone from Victoria’s Secret to Agent Provocateur can imagine.

Standing behind Madeline, I sink my lips into her shoulder. My teeth follow shortly as, with a single twist of my fingers, I pop the clasp of her bra open, just like that.

But all the while, it’s not Madeline I’m watching. It’s Darcy.

Our eyes are locked across the room. Neither of us can bear to look away. Neither of us wants to.

It’s not me, Darcy, and another woman anymore. Not really. Not in any way that matters.

It’s me, Darcy, and a hot, gorgeous female body on which I’m showing him everything that I want him to do to me. All my little wishes and desires.

Madeline shivers as I lick the flesh of her shoulder that I currently have captured between my teeth. My hands wrap around her breasts, holding them in the cups of her bra. I squeeze them, gently at first, then hard.

The bra drops to the ground as I slide my hands around her waist, pulling her tight against my naked body. Her tits bounce gently as gravity is reintroduced.

As for Darcy? Darcy is still there, stroking that fat cock of his with renewed vigor, edging closer and closer to what I know is going to be the most intense orgasm of his life.

How do I know that, you ask?

Well, babe. It’s simple, really.

I’m going to fucking ensure it.

My nails rake across Madeline’s dusky skin, tracing needy lines over her rib cage. My fingers take her breasts again, massaging them, molding them, kneading them like dough.

Madeline is pliable beneath my touch. Eager. When I pinch her nipples hard between my fingertips, she gasps beautifully.

“Suck them, Lizzie,” Darcy orders. “They’re hard for you. Suck Madeline’s big, pretty tits.”

Almost as big and pretty as mine, I almost add. But I don’t need to tease Darcy with my words right now. I’m a “show, don’t tell” kind of girl after all.

As I stalk around Madeline’s perfect, statuesque frame, my mouth becomes pretty busy for making words anyway.

I pop one of her nipples into my mouth, and she hisses with need. I leave it slick with my saliva when I pop it back out from between my lips. Puckering up, I stare up at her as I blow cool air onto the sensitive, dark-pink nub.

“Oooooh,” she coos.

I do the same to the other nipple. This time, she moans.

“Oh, fuck. Darcy, honey. Please. Let me have her. I’m sooooo wet... Please!” Madeline begs. I can see her eyes glance over to him, full of need.

“Pull off her panties, Lizzie. Let’s see if you’ve gotten her ready for you yet.”

I crouch down like I’m about to drop the hottest album of the year. Still in my heels, I know that this position must be pushing my ass out in a way that will make Darcy’s cock fucking throb.

A girl like me knows her angles, after all. And this angle?

I’ll be surprised if he’s not blowing his load all over my fucking back in a couple of minutes.

I glance up at Madeline. She has her lower lip trapped between her teeth as she stares down at me in needy anticipation.

Good. I want her needy. If Darcy is going to tease us like this, then he needs to see how bad wanting him can get.

But at the same time, I almost feel bad for Madeline. Because in a few minutes, it’s not going to be her taking Darcy’s cock, no matter how bad she might want it.

Hell no. That dick—and the ridiculously handsome man it’s to—both belong to me.

In which case, giving her an orgasm or two now... I mean, it’s only polite.

I take the edge of her lace panties between my teeth and tug them down mercilessly.

“Lick her, Lizzie,” Darcy commands. There’s something strained in his voice, something that tells me exactly how bad he wants me to do just that.

I slip my tongue between the smooth, slick lips of Madeline’s pussy.

“Oh my god,” Madeline whispers. “P-please—oh, fuck, PLEASE—”

“Again,” says Darcy.

I trap her clit beneath my tongue, rolling it around until Madeline’s knees start to shake.

“L-lizzie,” Madeline stutters. “Fuck! Lizzie! Please!”

“That’s right, Lizzie,” Darcy encourages me. “You’re a multitalented woman, aren’t you?”

Madeline grabs my hair, humping my face in desperation.

Apparently, I am. Who would’ve thought?

Madeline’s pussy smells incredible. Hot. Soaking wet.

This is the smell that all of those musky perfumes are trying to recreate, I realize. This is why we’re all so attracted to the scent of vanilla. Brown sugar. Jasmine.

I bury my face in her tight little muff and work her over until she’s screaming my name.

“LIZZIE! OH MY GOD, LIZZIE! YES! YESSSSSSS!” Madeline shrieks, both fists full of my hair as her cunt gushes against my lips.

I keep at it until she finally relaxes. I feel all the tension in her thighs release as I pull away to smile up at her—

But then I feel a body move behind me, and now it’s Darcy’s fingers that are twined in my hair.

“Lizze, you gorgeous little minx,” Darcy growls, pulling me to my feet. “Have I ever told you how much I enjoy watching you work?”

“You might have mentioned,” I say with a smile, wiping Madeline’s honey from my lips with the back of my hand.

Darcy whirls me around like I’m a ballerina in Swan fucking Lake. His kiss is so hungry, I’m momentarily worried that he’s going to eat me alive.

Then my cunt throbs—a reminder.

Hell. I would probably enjoy it.

Darcy has my jaw captive in the palms of his big, strong hands as his tongue lashes against mine. We look like two lovers on the cover of a romance novel, completing the passionate kiss that the readers will all swoon over and tell their friends about.

But it’s not just Darcy who wants my mouth right now. The moment that Darcy releases my lips from his kiss, Madeline twirls me back toward her, conquering me with her own lips.

They’re both eager, hungry, and desperate to claim me. It’s a total head rush. All the intensity of a sensual tango, with all the complexity of managing two dance cards at once.

But luckily, I’m not in the driver’s seat anymore. I’ve more than done my part.

I’m hot, young, sexy, and willing. Darcy wants to bury his cock so deep inside me that my eyes go crossed. I can feel it when he holds my body against his iron-hot twelve-inch cock.

Madeline wants my cunt on her tongue. I can tell by the way she flicks my lips with the warm, wet tip of it, pantomiming the way she wants to lick my clit.

Their kisses become more intense. More reckless. Harder. Faster.

My head is spinning. My cunt is throbbing. But as they steal me back and forth from each other, with every cell of my body, I only find myself wanting more and more and more.

We fall to the bed, all three of us at once. In a scramble, they pin me down. I see them smile at each other as they do it, both taking a wrist and pressing it hard against the mattress.

No matter how I twist and turn my hands beneath their clutches, it’s no use.

There’s no escape, and I prefer it that way.

The way their mouths descend on my body is something straight out of National Geographic. I’ve seen hunting lions sink into the flesh of a fleeing gazelle in the exact same way. Darcy and Madeline take my nipples into their mouths simultaneously with a wild abandon so animalistic, David Attenborough should be narrating it: Watch as these two apex predators take down the majestic Liz-zebra, their preferred prey.

My nipples are so hard and sensitive and flushed with longing that they’re practically begging to be nibbled and sucked and bitten. Madeline is doing something with her tongue that’s sending shock waves of pleasure on a direct route from my breasts to my pussy.

Darcy is making me mewl and gasp with the way he’s twisting the other peak between his teeth and teasing it with his tongue.

When they release my wrists, I bury my fingers in their hair, one fistful in each hand, simultaneously pulling them closer and pushing them away. That’s how confusing this much sensation is: I can’t stand another second of it without release, and at the same time, I can’t. Get. Enough.

“Ride her,” Darcy orders.

I hear a smack sound against Madeline’s ass that says, Get going, slut. Then Madeline is moving over me, straddling my face with her gorgeous, slender thighs.

Speaking of thighs…

Holy fuck.

Darcy moves between mine.

He elbows his way between my knees, grabbing the delicate flesh of my inner thighs with his demanding fingers. He dips his head down and breathes against my cunt.

Darcy’s breath is hot. Not just sexy hot, but like warm summer day. Picnic by the lake. Breeze laced with sunshine. That kind of hot.

His mouth lingers just over my trembling pussy lips, waiting. For what, I don’t know.

I also honestly don’t fucking care. There’s been enough teasing tonight for the entire weekend. Maybe even an entire lifetime.

I’m ready for Darcy’s tongue. Darcy’s fingers. Darcy’s huge, throbbing cock splitting me open and making me scream in ecstasy.

“Heh.” Darcy laughs, just inches away from my pussy like the fucking bastard he is.

I hate how he can do that—vacillate between insatiable hunger and measured restraint. It’s infuriating, especially when I have no restraint left myself.

But I love it too. This is why Darcy is good at business and why he’s great in bed. He knows exactly how to tease me, how to make me want it.

I’m wet up to my eyeballs just thinking about that gorgeous tongue of his lapping at my clit. At the same time, when I tease him back and make him unhinged, the victory is all the sweeter.

I love the way this billionaire alpha male can be totally in control of a situation…almost as much as I love using my body to make sure he loses that control completely.

“Tell me you want it, Lizzie,” Darcy purrs.

Fuck. That’s too sexy and he knows it. I need to come. Like N-E-E-D need.

And I’m not above begging for it either.

In fact, I’m about to do exactly that.

Until Madeline lowers her clit hard against my lips just as I open my mouth.

“Mmmmph,” I moan. With my mouth full of Madeline’s cunt, that’s the only kind of begging that I can get out.

“What was that, Lizzie?” Darcy jokes cruelly. “I didn’t quite catch that.”

“Mmmmmmmmph,” I moan again.

“Mmm, Lizzie,” Madeline moans back. She’s grinding the lips of her pussy against the lips of my mouth now. Using me. “You moan so beautifully when you want him. Did you know that?”

“Mmmph!”

“God, she does, doesn’t she?” I can practically hear Darcy licking his lips. “You’ve been a very good girl tonight, Lizzie. Fearless. Brave.”

He flicks his tongue against my clit, and just like that, my whole lower body spasms in delight.

“Mmmmmmph!” I moan, sucking Madeline’s clit into my mouth for effect.

“Oh, fuuuuuuck,” Madeline moans back.

I smile against her cunt, satisfied. Madeline is my only true form of communication now, and that was my sentiment exactly.

“Good girls deserve rewards, Lizzie,” says Darcy.

He licks my pussy like he was fucking born to do exactly that.

At first, all I can do is take it. Madeline’s body was built for pleasure, both giving it and taking it. She knows exactly what she likes, and she’s not afraid to claim it from my mouth as she massages my scalp with her fingertips and rides my face like a jockey on Kentucky Derby day.

Generally, I’m a more generous lover. But presently, Darcy is ensuring that I can’t even control my legs as they twitch and spasm with every flick of his tongue, let alone control Madeline’s orgasms with my lips.

“Oh my god,” Madeline whimpers. “Close…so close…”

Slowly but surely, I feel my own senses regain slightly as Darcy drives me closer to orgasm too. But just as I’m about to come against his gorgeous mouth, Darcy pulls back.

“Mmmmph!” I moan in protest.

“Oh, yesssss, fuck yes,” Madeline hisses in response.

Darcy flicks my clit, and I gasp.

“You come when she does, Lizzie,” he informs me.

Then, businesslike as always, Darcy gets right back to work.

Right. If I want this orgasm—which I do, desperately—then I’m going to have to work for it. Nothing that a Bennett babe hasn’t done before.

I focus on what Darcy is doing to me with his tongue—because it’s working. It’s really fucking working.

Then I set the movements of my own tongue to match. Up-down-up-down. Ring around the rosie. Up-down-up-down—

Oh god. I’m going to come first.

And I fucking can’t.

I refocus my efforts. Up-down-up-down—

“Please, please, please, please, please,” Madeline begs.

I know how that feels. I want to beg too.

Up-down-up—

“Yes…Yes…YES…YES!”

Madeline fucking loses it, pulling my mouth against her pussy as hard as she can and riding my mouth like she’s a hombre in a John Wayne movie.

Meanwhile, between my thighs, Darcy gives me my reward: an orgasm so world-shattering that I have to dig my fingers into the cheeks of Madeline’s round, firm ass just so I have something to hold onto.

“Oh my god,” I pant. I can’t believe how hot that was. And I haven’t even gotten to take Darcy’s dick yet.

But Madeline isn’t close to being done with me.

“Just wait, Lizzie,” she says, moving off my mouth and sliding down my body. She licks my lips, tasting herself on me. She laps up her pussy juices off my cheek. “Don’t think I’m finished with you yet.”

“Actually,” Darcy says, still on his knees at the foot of the bed. “I think it’s my turn, ladies.”

I imagine how we must look to Darcy now. Just two hot, wet cunts still throbbing from orgasm. Two tight asses begging to be used. But Madeline is on top of me. Her holes are probably easier to access.

I roll us over on the bed, rectifying that problem and pinning her down with my tits in the process.

“Are you ready to be fucked, Lizzie?” Darcy asks.

He grabs my ass and spreads me. I whimper as he presses his cock against my pussy, threatening to push inside at any moment.

“Noooo!” Madeline complains before I can give Darcy the affirmative. “I want your cock, Darcy, baby! Don’t give it to her! Give it to me!”

“No cock for you tonight, slut,” Darcy says.

Beneath me, Madeline’s face contorts into an expression of total anguish. I almost feel sorry for her—but her loss is my gain.

“Darcy, please!”

“Lizzie,” Darcy says, grabbing my hair and pushing my face down to Madeline’s. “Shut her up.”

I kiss Madeline, long and hard and with plenty of tongue. It muffles her protests and my moans while Darcy hilts himself inside my wet, greedy pussy.

“Fuck, Lizzie. You’re so fucking tight.”

Darcy wraps a hand around my throat, probing deeper with his huge fucking cock while Madeline writhes beneath me in desperation, seeking a release she’s not going to get.

Not from Darcy, anyway.

But my hands are still free…and what the hell. I’ve always considered myself the giving type.

Darcy makes me orgasm with his cock. I make the escort orgasm too.

When he pulls out, the cum drips down onto the escort. I lick it off.

As Darcy thrusts away at my pussy with his massive fucking cock, I slip my fingers between Madeline’s legs and into her slick, tight cunt.

“Take it, Lizzie!” Darcy snarls.

“Take it, Madeline,” I whisper in an echo as I finger Madeline in time with Darcy’s rhythm.

This is like fucking mad. It’s unlike anything I’ve ever felt before. Maybe unlike anything I’ll ever feel again.

This isn’t anything that I could ever have with any other man. Judging by the way Darcy is pounding me, he knows it too.

Any other man wouldn’t be able to make me feel safe the way Darcy does.

Any other man wouldn’t make me feel so secure.

Hell. Darcy has two hot, willing women in bed with him. Any other man might have came so many times already; he wouldn’t be able to satisfy even one of us, let alone both.

But Darcy isn’t like other men. And his cock isn’t like other cocks.

“Oh GOD,” Madeline and I moan together.

We’re both at Darcy’s mercy now. I’m edging on another orgasm as Darcy’s insanely big dick pushes inside me again and again, giving my G-spot the time of its life.

And Madeline is right there with me, taking pleasure from my fingers as I give her own G-spot a proper working over with little come-hither motions that make her grind against me like a bitch in heat.

I’m grinding against Darcy in the exact same way. There’s nothing rational or reasonable about this anymore.

It’s pure fucking chaos. Biology. Anatomy. Want and need.

“Fuck yes, Lizzie,” Darcy grunts. He’s pushing his words out through his teeth, and I know he’s going to come any minute now.

Come inside me. As deep as any cock could ever go.

“Fuck yes, Madeline,” I echo. My voice is light, airy. Like my head is in the clouds.

Madeline and I are both whimpering now. She’s totally unable to make coherent words. I’m not much better.

My dirty talk has been reduced to mirroring whatever Darcy is growling as he takes me from behind while he squeezes my throat.

“Take it, Lizzie!”

“Take it, Madeline!”

“Oh god, oh god, oh god, oh god,” Madeline whines beneath me.

It’s hard to say which one of us comes first. As it’s happening, it feels like we all come together. All at once.

We stop being three people fucking like absolute animals. We become one pile of cum and moans and pleasure.

It’s transcendental.

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.