He thrust his hips harder against me. Saliva pooled and dripped from the side of my mouth, and I was close, so close.
Damien speared two large fingers inside me, stretching me out. I could still feel his cum inside of me.
I clenched around him.
“Come for me, pet,” he murmured, his voice causing a slight vibration around my pussy.
I whimpered.
I couldn’t possibly come so soon after … could I?
Damien drove his fingers in and out of me at a steady pace. I sucked harder.
I threw my head back and came, my screams muffled by Mikhail’s cock.
Mikhail pounded in my mouth in precise, brutal force three more times, and I felt him swell just as he came, spilling into me.
I swallowed as much as possible before Mikhail pulled out of me, wiping my mouth with his hands.
It took me a moment to realize Damien was still lapping at my clit, prolonging the orgasm. I didn’t think I could handle it anymore.
My palm came down to his forehead, trying to push him off.
His dark eyes twinkled, but he didn’t let up.
I shook my head.
He doubled his effort.
A second orgasm was wrung out of me.
I tried to catch my breath as my eyes closed, and all I could do was lie there and ride it out.
“Good girl,” Damien said softly, pressing a kiss on my clit.
My leg twitched from the move, and I felt him shake with a small chuckle.
Asshole.
Mikhail came back with a clean wet cloth. He didn’t say anything as he began to clean me up, though his blue eyes were soft.
He must have taken off his pants and shirt at some point because he was in nothing but black boxer briefs.
I looked off to my side, feeling myself blush when Mikhail spread my legs and began to clean me there.
It was especially more unnerving when I knew Damien was watching. And Mikhail was thorough. I focused on my breathing and looked up at the ceiling.
“Ready for your wax?” Mikhail asked when he was done.
I looked at Damien. Was he … planning on staying here while that happened?
Damien shot me a wicked look. “Answer him, pet.”
I took a deep breath. “Yeah, I’m ready.”
There was no point in kicking him out. I could see how turned on he was by the idea. A depraved part of him wanted to see me getting waxed.
I looked up at the ceiling as Mikhail waxed me.