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smell the heady musk rising from his slightly parted legs, see the individual hairs

dusting his thighs, see every vein bulging under the soft skin of his rigid cock.

Jack urged her closer to it, grasped her hips in his greedy hands and pressed the

swollen head of his erection to her weeping entrance. He eased in a fraction, but only

enough to tease her.

His flared flesh burned against hers. She moaned, writhed, doing her best to tempt

him. She ached to feel him impale her, stretch her. A jolt of need nearly had her

screaming. Morgan bit her lip, wriggled her hips. Jack merely kept her in place, stretched

out on a torturous rack of denial.

“You want me to fuck you?” he demanded.

“Yes, sir.”

“I will,” he whispered in her ear. “When you suck his cock.”

His words lashed her with like a whip of desire, stinging across her senses. Morgan

tossed a wide-eyed stare over her shoulder.

“I want to watch your mouth on him while I fuck you. Do it now.”

A heavy craving gnawed at her, pulsing low in her belly. She wanted to. And she

wanted Jack to watch—and get hot as hell.

Turning back to Deke, Morgan focused on his erection. He was definitely in

proportion with the rest of his gargantuan body. There was no way she was going to be

able to take him all in her mouth. Ever.

But it could be damn fun trying, knowing that with every swipe of her tongue, she’d

be driving not just Deke out of his head with lust, but Jack, too.

“Yes, sir.”

Before she’d even finished speaking, Deke took her nape in a gentle grip with one

calloused hand and wrapped a ruthless fist around his cock with the other. Then he led

her head down.

As she dragged her tongue across the swollen head, Deke groaned. Jack issued an

echo.

Morgan did it again, laving more of Deke’s flared crest with the flat of her tongue.

Watching his thighs go taut, she swirled around the ridge of his cock, then swiped her

way across the surface again, gratified at his growl in her ear and the salty-musky taste of

him leaking across her tongue.

“Jesus, Jack,” Deke moaned. “She’s torture.”

“She’s just getting started. Aren’t you, cher?”

He eased the hot head of his cock out of her aching vagina, and she moaned in

protest, right against the purple crest of Deke’s engorged erection.

“Suck him,” Jack demanded. “Don’t toy with him.”

But damn it, Jack was toying with her.

Casting a glance up at Deke’s face, taut lines of strain bracketed his mouth. His blue

eyes flared with demand and a fiery hunger that tightened the screws of lust inside her,

until the power of her need obliterated all but her hunger.

He gritted his teeth, but still managed to joke, “Can you hurry, doll? You’d really be

helping me out here.”

Looking back down, she watched with helpless fever as Deke stroked the stalk of his

flesh ruthlessly, his grip so tight and rough, it shocked her. Thrilled her.

The heavy knot of desire pulsed between her legs and swelled at the sight of him. It

jabbed her with hot impatience as Jack fed her two scant inches of his cock and stopped.

Sweat broke out across her back, and she licked her lips, her brain unable to keep up

with the needs of her body. The torment was almost too much.

Deke’s fingers tightened on the back of her head, pushing her down again. Yes, she

wanted this. To taste him. To know that Jack watched in approval and arousal.

Morgan opened her mouth and sucked in as much of Deke’s hard length as she could,

coating his hot, dry skin with her saliva. The moisture eased her way as she drew back,

then pushed down his cock again, taking him to the back of her mouth.

He sat heavy on her tongue, salty, so damn hot and spicy. His taste ratcheted up her

arousal. So did knowing Jack watched her every move.

“Good girl,” Jack praised as he plunged his cock deep into her channel, up against the

mouth of her womb, where he pressed against a spot that made her moan and squirm

and writhe. “As long as you’re sucking him good, I’ll fuck you good. You stop, I stop.

You come before he does…I’ll give you hell.”

A fresh bolt of lust hit her like lightning, white-hot and electric. Jack wasn’t just

getting three people in a room for a fuckfest. No. Just like he understood the thoughts

that made up her darkest needs, he dominated her, ordering her to participate, freeing

her from any reins her morality might have put on her.

Nodding her assent, Morgan bobbed her head, her tongue rasping against Deke’s

cock. The big blond giant hissed in appreciation, and his fingers tugged on her hair,

sending delicious pinpoints of pain across her scalp.