Remy clasped the meat of Naya’s toned hips. His thumbs dug into tender red flesh.
“I was on my way.” Daniel caught the man’s eye where they shared a moment of absurd humor. “I got distracted.”
“Boy, you’re too fucking gorgeous to watch. Who let you two get away with that bullshit?”
“Obviously people without vision.”
Daniel joined them, with one knee on the couch and one foot on the ground. He rubbed Naya’s back. As if saying hello, she looped her forearm around his thigh and held on. Each of Remy’s thrusts worked up her body and into his.
“Is it pretty, mi cielo ?”
She didn’t often call him her sky—that beautiful Spanish endearment—but he loved it. He kept petting, torn between reveling in the ecstatic bliss of her profile and the raunchy porno of Remy working his cock with angled precision. “Yes, angel. You’ll love seeing the marks in the mirror.”
“Did I make you happy, Sir?”
Daniel smoothed the hair back from her temple so that Remy could share that exotic profile. Her dark eyes were sleepy soft but blazing with breathtaking intensity. Lush burgundy lips parted.
Remy didn’t let the hair fall. He took it into one hand and twisted it around his wrist. A tether. “Happy, chère ? You did very well.”
Naya hiccupped on something that sounded like a new sob. Daniel glared at Remy, but the man’s features were focused and full of purpose.
“What can I do?” Fresh tears choked her voice.
“Well, in a minute you’re gonna come.” His words were harsh, strained. “ Mon Dieu , you’re gonna come so fucking hard. You deserve that.”
She groaned and dipped her head to reveal the delicate bumps at the top of her spine. “Thank you, Sir.”
“But what will make me happy, very happy, is if you can be a good girl and wait.”
This time her groan was fraught. “Sir…?”
“You heard me.” Wrenching her hair, he dipped low and touched his mouth to her ear. He looked up at Daniel and grinned. “Will you be good?”
“Yes, Sir. I’ll be good.”
“Sure as shit you’ll be good. Now don’t say another word unless it’s red. And none of us wants to hear that.”
Daniel matched his grin, as if he’d turned conspirator against his own fiancée.
What was this humor, this playfulness, in sharing his woman? Remy made the assumption that he knew what Naya needed. He’d nearly lost his temper when giggles had become irrepressible. Yet Remy’d made sure that check and balance was set to rights, despite the obvious strain and confusion on his face. The way he’d helped Naya made Daniel ache. He wanted Naya happy—and it sure as hell seemed to be what Remy wanted too. The man had likely been wrapped tight as hell during those moments of uncertainty. But he’d recovered his composure, his authority, and even the relaxed contentment to tease.
Fascinating. What kind of history made him so resilient?
Daniel couldn’t understand why he was so giddy. Maybe because Naya was so very good, and despite the evening’s ball-tightening turn, she was his. Any man with a hint of hetero would’ve chopped off body parts to have a taste of her. Sharing her with Remy was practically bragging.
“Come suck me, angel.”
He positioned his hips so that a tilt of her head meant Naya could lick his eager cock. How long had it been since he’d been this turned on…and held off on coming? He was practically volunteering to do what Remy was demanding of Naya.
He was waiting.
I won’t come until he tells me to.
Fuck.
How did he know that would change this from fantastic to amazing? More so, why was he okay with it?
Remy loosened his hold to give Naya better access to Daniel’s head, shaft, balls. “Can’t talk. Can’t come. All that energy’s gotta go somewhere, non ? Suck him, girly. Take it out on his prick.” He caught Daniel’s eye. “And when you need to hold on to something, when that hot, wet mouth is too much to take—grip her sides and
“I was on my way.” Daniel caught the man’s eye where they shared a moment of absurd humor. “I got distracted.”
“Boy, you’re too fucking gorgeous to watch. Who let you two get away with that bullshit?”
“Obviously people without vision.”
Daniel joined them, with one knee on the couch and one foot on the ground. He rubbed Naya’s back. As if saying hello, she looped her forearm around his thigh and held on. Each of Remy’s thrusts worked up her body and into his.
“Is it pretty, mi cielo ?”
She didn’t often call him her sky—that beautiful Spanish endearment—but he loved it. He kept petting, torn between reveling in the ecstatic bliss of her profile and the raunchy porno of Remy working his cock with angled precision. “Yes, angel. You’ll love seeing the marks in the mirror.”
“Did I make you happy, Sir?”
Daniel smoothed the hair back from her temple so that Remy could share that exotic profile. Her dark eyes were sleepy soft but blazing with breathtaking intensity. Lush burgundy lips parted.
Remy didn’t let the hair fall. He took it into one hand and twisted it around his wrist. A tether. “Happy, chère ? You did very well.”
Naya hiccupped on something that sounded like a new sob. Daniel glared at Remy, but the man’s features were focused and full of purpose.
“What can I do?” Fresh tears choked her voice.
“Well, in a minute you’re gonna come.” His words were harsh, strained. “ Mon Dieu , you’re gonna come so fucking hard. You deserve that.”
She groaned and dipped her head to reveal the delicate bumps at the top of her spine. “Thank you, Sir.”
“But what will make me happy, very happy, is if you can be a good girl and wait.”
This time her groan was fraught. “Sir…?”
“You heard me.” Wrenching her hair, he dipped low and touched his mouth to her ear. He looked up at Daniel and grinned. “Will you be good?”
“Yes, Sir. I’ll be good.”
“Sure as shit you’ll be good. Now don’t say another word unless it’s red. And none of us wants to hear that.”
Daniel matched his grin, as if he’d turned conspirator against his own fiancée.
What was this humor, this playfulness, in sharing his woman? Remy made the assumption that he knew what Naya needed. He’d nearly lost his temper when giggles had become irrepressible. Yet Remy’d made sure that check and balance was set to rights, despite the obvious strain and confusion on his face. The way he’d helped Naya made Daniel ache. He wanted Naya happy—and it sure as hell seemed to be what Remy wanted too. The man had likely been wrapped tight as hell during those moments of uncertainty. But he’d recovered his composure, his authority, and even the relaxed contentment to tease.
Fascinating. What kind of history made him so resilient?
Daniel couldn’t understand why he was so giddy. Maybe because Naya was so very good, and despite the evening’s ball-tightening turn, she was his. Any man with a hint of hetero would’ve chopped off body parts to have a taste of her. Sharing her with Remy was practically bragging.
“Come suck me, angel.”
He positioned his hips so that a tilt of her head meant Naya could lick his eager cock. How long had it been since he’d been this turned on…and held off on coming? He was practically volunteering to do what Remy was demanding of Naya.
He was waiting.
I won’t come until he tells me to.
Fuck.
How did he know that would change this from fantastic to amazing? More so, why was he okay with it?
Remy loosened his hold to give Naya better access to Daniel’s head, shaft, balls. “Can’t talk. Can’t come. All that energy’s gotta go somewhere, non ? Suck him, girly. Take it out on his prick.” He caught Daniel’s eye. “And when you need to hold on to something, when that hot, wet mouth is too much to take—grip her sides and
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