Two Can Play (Celeste and Dominic) novel Chapter 26

Chapter 26

He pulled out of me while I was still trembling and flipped me onto my stomach.

Then he was behind Leslie, his cock sliding into her from behind, and her moans filled the room. He fucked her with the same merciless rhythm, his hand fisted in her hair, pulling her head back.

“Your turn,” he said. “Come.”

She came with a sharp, breathless cry, her body shuddering beneath him.

Julian pulled out of her and stood, his cock glistening and hard, both of our juices coating his shaft.

He looked at both of us, lying spent and panting on the bed.

“Not bad,” he said. “But I am not finished yet.”

He made us kneel on the floor at the foot of the bed.

He stood before us, his cock at eye level, and he made us take turns sucking him. Five seconds each. Switch. Five seconds each. Switch. He timed it, his hand on the back of our heads, pressing us down onto his cock, holding us there until we gasped for air.

Five seconds.

It does not sound like a long time until a man is counting them off out loud above you. Until your jaw is being held open around him and your eyes are watering and you can hear the other woman breathing beside you, waiting her turn.

One. Two. Three. Four. Five.

Switch.

I came up gasping and Leslie went down before I had even cleared my mouth of him. I watched her take him. I watched the count start over above her head. I sat back on my heels and dragged in air and tried

not to think about how I looked from where Julian was standing.

Then his hand was in my hair again and he was pulling me forward.

One. Two. Three. Four. Five.

Switch.

My jaw ached in a way it had not ached since I was twenty years old and learning how to do this for men. with money. My throat was raw. My lipstick was completely gone, smeared across his cock and my own face.

We both opened our mouths.

He stroked himself, once, twice, three times, and then he came. Thick ropes of hot cum splashing across our faces, our lips, our tongues. Some of it landed in my mouth, salty and warm, and I swallowed without being told.

He painted both of us with his release, marking us, claiming us.

When he was finished, he stepped back, breathing hard.

I turned my head and looked at him, my face sticky with his cum, my body aching and satisfied.

“Well?” I asked.

He smiled at me, slow and lazy, a predator’s smile.

“Seems you’re getting the black dress after all.”

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