“Go over for me, baby,” he whispered roughly as his lips surrounded her clit, one hard finger penetrated her gripping pu**y, while the one that teased her anus slid in, sending fire scorching through her body, pleasure tearing through her senses until she erupted, shuddering and screaming out her pleasure as her orgasm exploded through her.
He didn’t give her time to come down, for the vibrations to ease away. He rose between her thighs, his c**k jutting toward her, thick and hard as her gaze centered on it.
He pressed the erect flesh against the bare folds of her pu**y as Marey gasped, watching as the flared crest pushed in, disappearing inside as flames began consume her. He held her legs over his arms, holding them apart, watching as she watched, filling her slowly as she began to tremble.
“Sax. It’s so good,” she cried out, her voice barely more than a low gasp as the pleasure began to consume her once again. “It’s so good…so hard…” Her back arched as she panted for breath, using her inner muscles to caress and milk the iron-hard flesh as it impaled her.
“And you’re so soft,” he growled. “So soft and tight you steal my mind, Marey.”
He pushed into her, stretching her slowly, filling her pu**y with the incredible heat and pleasure that she knew she would only find with Sax.
Her gaze stayed centered on his dark c**k as he impaled her. Moving inside her slow and easy, working in and out until finally, every inch buried inside her, stealing her breath.
Control was, for both of them, a thing of the past then. Sax didn’t take her gently, though he never hurt her. He held her firmly in place, his hips moving hard and fast, his c**k jackhammering inside her with a frantic, almost desperate pace as the pleasure began to build, to whip through her in blistering bolts of sensation that had her screaming, her head falling back against the couch as she arched to him.
It was too good. Too hard. Too much pleasure.
“Harder,” she screamed out as her orgasm began to peak, the slamming of his erection inside her stroking nerve endings too sensitive, too responsive, for her control to handle. “Harder, Sax. Fuck me harder.”
He groaned, the sound rough and primal as the thrusts increased, the heavy pressure building in her pu**y, her womb, her soul…
She exploded, screaming out his name as she felt him drive in deep, felt the flexing of his cock, then the scalding release of his seed as it began to jet inside her, prolonging her own orgasm, driving it higher, hotter.
She collapsed minutes later, fighting to breathe, to make sense of the incredible lethargy and sense of peace that suddenly filled her. As though this was where she was meant to be.
That evening, wrapped in a towel and carrying a bottle of chilled wine, Marey joined the five Trojan wives in Sax’s hot tub. The impromptu meeting had been arranged before they left the office. As they were leaving, James had invited them to ride back with him and Ella in the company limo. With a knowing grin, he had informed Sax that Ella was becoming impatient to visit with Marey, and putting her off was evidently causing him a few sleepless nights.
Tess, Cole’s wife, was stretched out on one end of the ten-seat tub, eyes closed as she smiled at something Terrie, Jess’ wife, said beside her. Ella, married to Jess’ twin brother James, sat on the far end beside Tally, the only woman lucky enough—or was that courageous enough?—to be in a relationship with the twins, Lucian and Devril Conover. Kimberly, Jared Raddington’s wife, sipped at her wine as she watched everyone else. She was the quietest of the five women, but no less important within the small group.
“You’re taking long enough, Marey,” Ella smirked as Marey dropped her towel and eased naked into the bubbling water.
She snorted at her friend’s comment as she poured a glass of wine and sat the bottle on the deck behind her.
“Doesn’t it bother the rest of you when those men close themselves off like that?” she asked, referring to the fact that the seven men were now closed in Sax’s office, discussing only God knew what.
It bothered her. Made her nervous, especially considering the fact that her lover was one of them.
“Yeah, maybe the rest of them are giving Sax advice,” Ella drawled. “You know, on how to spank stubborn women.”
“Naw, that’s a treat,” Tess countered with a laugh. “They’re in there convincing him of the merits of abstinence. Punishment lies in doing without, not getting extra. Ask Cole, he’s learned that fact several times.”
“Yeah, right,” Terrie snorted at that one. “Come on, Tess, ‘fess up. What’s your best holdout time? An hour?”
“Almost,” Tess laughed back. “Or until he pulls out the toys.”
“Oh God. I shouldn’t have to listen to this.” Ella covered her ears in mock horror. “That’s my daughter.”
“Prude,” Tess chuckled.
“Not anymore, Tess,” Terrie pointed out with a laugh. “James and Sax reformed her.”
Ella’s blush covered her upper chest, neck and face as she splashed water back at her friend.
Marey glanced at Kimberly then, seeing the flush that filled her face, the way her eyes lowered. Ella had admitted it had been damned near impossible to talk Kimberly into joining the group, because of her past exploits with Sax at the Club.
“Sax as a reformer,” Marey drawled. “Now that one is hard to imagine.”
She ducked as Ella splashed water at her, before chuckling easily. It was odd, being amongst this group, all of them together at once. She had avoided the larger gatherings over the past year, unwilling and unable to bear the frank discussions she knew arose within them.