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  Except…maybe if the other three men were there with them.

  He only let her do that for a moment, though. He pulled his cock out of her mouth and caught one of her hands, yanking her to her feet. “Someone needs a spankin’. Then my good girl’s gonna get to swallow a load.”

  He didn’t bother undressing or zipping up. He sat on the end of one of the beds and pulled her over his lap, the fabric from his slacks and suit coat slightly rough against her flesh and creating delicious friction against her nipples.

  He flicked her shoes off her feet. With his left hand planted in the middle of her back, he squeezed her left ass cheek, then the right. “Hang on, baby. This ride will get bumpy.”

  She buried her face against the covers as he started spanking her, hard and fast and without any warmup at all. She’d already been spinning down into subspace, but the jolt of endorphins dumping into her system slammed her the rest of the way, like the back side of the first climb on a roller coaster. Even as pain blossomed in her ass, her clit burned, throbbed as it received the occasional rub against his hard thigh.

  Not once did she safeword. Every time she thought she was about to utter it, he’d pause, squeezing her ass again, fingers digging in, nails raking. Just enough time to give her a moment to regroup and suck in a long breath before he started spanking her again.

  * * * *

  Holy hell, she was so goddamned sexy, squirming against him and needy, greedy, shoving her ass against his hand and arching her back into the impacts.

  God, she was perfect.

  One thing that had been missing from his life was the ability to totally dominate his partner the way he really wanted to. With the other guys all being Doms, he’d let that part of himself slide to the wayside.

  Now…

  This was perfection.

  She was perfection.

  He could sate his kinky needs with her and bust a nut with her or the guys, either way. Win-win.

  Finally, he lifted her from his lap and put her on her knees again, between his legs, and started fucking her mouth. He needed her, needed to claim her, mark her inside and out.

  He also wanted to hear what she sounded like when she came, but that wasn’t going to happen until he took care of his aching cock.

  There was no finesse this time. He kept control and was careful not to gag her, but he made it clear to her he was in charge and every soft, sweet moan she made vibrated through his cock. She held on to his legs, not trying to push him away but trying to hold on closer as he pumped into her.

  “Swallow.” That’s the only warning he gave her before he thrust deep one last time. She surprised him, though, taking him even deeper than he’d been fucking her mouth, her hands flexing and stroking his legs through his slacks.

  When her gaze swiveled up to meet his, his heart squeezed and he knew.

  Without a doubt.

  No fucking way was he letting her go. They needed her, all four of them did. In different ways and for different reasons—his the most selfish of all—but they did.

  Like fucking hell would he let her get away from them, and he knew exactly the way to make sure she didn’t.

  He eased his grip on her head and stroked her hair. “Good girl,” he gasped. “Very good.”

  After he caught his breath he pulled her to her feet and sat her on the end of the bed. He toed off his shoes and yanked off his jacket, but that was all before he sank to his knees between her thighs, shouldered them apart, and dragged them over his shoulders. She fell back onto the bed.

  “No safeword for this, baby. Gonna make you scream until I’m ready to let you stop.”

  He swiped his tongue up her cunt, slowly circling her swollen clit and tasting her juices. She wasn’t just wet, she was absolutely soaked.

  The first time, he got her off quickly, his fingers digging into her thighs and holding her in place as she squirmed against his mouth, slightly sweet and that fresh kind of salty. He eased up, circling her clit again with his tongue to let her cool off just a moment. Every moan she made collected in his balls and started to harden his cock again.

  He fucked her pussy with his tongue, played with her, tugging on her clit with his lips and lightly sucking, until he felt her trip over again. This time, she tried to gently push his face away, but he caught her wrists in his hands and held her tight even as he continued to mouth her clit and make her squeal.

  He lost track of time as he ate her out, wanting her thoroughly wrung out and sated so that when he fucked her she would look up at him with a sweetly done glaze in her eyes and promise him anything he asked of her.

  Because he was going to be asking a lot of her over the next forty-eight hours.

  They all would.

  * * * *

  Arden lost track of how many times Ken made her come, but she realized her vibrator was no longer going to be sufficient after tonight.

  Holy heck!

  When he’d grabbed her hands and held her in place, it’d actually sent her over the edge again, every hot fantasy she’d ever had about him and the others suddenly paling in the face of the reality. Ken wasn’t taking no for an answer—not that she wanted to tell him no—and it made it even hotter to know he was going to use her tonight until he was ready to call it a night.

  With her sore ass rubbing against the bed, it added to the pleasure.

  I wonder what it’d be like with two of them sucking on my nipples?

  That thought devolved into another wash of pleasure ripping through her.

  He finally released her and stood, smiling as he loosened his tie and pulled it off. His gaze smoldered as he slowly unbuttoned his shirt, flinging it away from him, followed by his undershirt.

  He was hard again, too. His dark, rigid cock bobbed at attention as he shoved his slacks and boxers down, stepping out of them and then peeling off his socks.

  Reaching between her legs, he shoved her thighs apart and grabbed her, pulling her ass to the edge of the bed. He fisted his cock, slowly stroking it as he smiled down at her.

  “Red or green, baby? Red, I finish myself up right now, all over your gorgeous pale tits. Green, I’m fucking that sweet cunt as long and hard as I want, until I fill you up with another load. And that’s now my pussy, baby. I don’t just mean for tonight—I mean forever. Me and the boys’, that is.”

  She nodded. “Green, Sir.”

  “Good girl.” He leaned over and braced himself on the bed with one arm, his other holding his cock and pressing it against her pussy, swiping the head up and down and getting it wet with her juices. He notched the thick head of his cock against her cunt and slowly pressed forward, stretching her. No withdrawal, either. She was slick, and he wasn’t giving any ground until he had his full length completely embedded deep inside her.

  He blew out a long breath. “Damn, girl. You’re so tight! Good thing I fed you a load first or I’d already be coming.” He pulled her legs around his waist and hooked his hands under her shoulders, holding her captured in place.

  He kissed her and she loved tasting herself on him. “If you can get you some again, go ahead. But I’ve been dying to see what you feel like.”

  He pulled out slowly, but he drove in hard and fast, and like that, he was off. She was actually shocked when she came again, because while she wasn’t a slut none of her previous partners had achieved that trick.

  “Yeah!” he gasped. Relentless, he pounded her, his feet braced on the floor and her body tightly gripped exactly where he wanted her.

  All she could do was hold on and enjoy it.

  And she did.

  He managed to fuck one more small orgasm out of her before he slammed his cock into her one last time and held still there as his balls emptied inside her, his eyes falling closed, lips slanted over hers, her hands wrapped around his biceps and hoping he never wanted to move.

  This was heaven.

  Eventually, he drew in a deep breath and opened his eyes, a sweet smile on his face. “Now that’s more like it.”

  Effortlessly, he picked her up just like that, his cock still inside her, and carried her over to the other bed, where he lay back with her on top of him. He tucked her head under his chin and pulled the covers over them. “I wake you up in the middle of the night fucking you, just go with it, baby.” He kissed the top of her head. “So damn good.”

  Sated and spent, she snuggled there. “Thank you, Sir. You, too.”

  Chapter Nineteen

  Sunday morning, Arden awakened still splayed across Ken’s chest, one of his arms draped over her. When she gasped, his arm tightened around her shoulders, keeping her in place.

  “Where you think you goin’?” His voice sounded sleepy and sexy and her clit throbbed even as her pussy remembered every thrust his thick cock made inside her last night.

  She relaxed against him and hoped she hadn’t made an ass of herself last night. “Are we all right?”

  The laugh rolled out of him. “Oh, sweetie, we sooo much better than a’ight.” He easily manhandled her, shifting her on top of him, and his already hard cock easily slid inside her. “What’s that?” he whispered.

  This morning she fearlessly met his gaze. “Your cock, Sir.”

  His hands squeezed her delightfully sore ass and he rocked his hips a little, her clit rubbing against his body as he settled his cock deeper inside her pussy. “And where, exactly, is my cock, baby?”

  “Inside your pussy, Sir.”

  Something about the contented-sounding sigh that slipped from him fired her need. “Exactly. And in case there was any doubt left in your mind after last night, let me clarify—for the record, I now co-own that sweet pussy with Steve, Trace, and Hal.” He smiled up at her. “I cannot wait to see what it feels like fucking that tight little ass of yours with one of the guys pumping away inside your pussy.”

  Heat flared in her core and the thought of that—and more—filled her with insane levels of need. She tried rocking against him, but that evil smile returned. His hands clamped down on her ass, holding her in place.

  “Oooh, someone liked that mental image, huh?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “Bet you’d like it even better you had a third cock in your mouth, sucking on that sweet meat, huh? Maybe a fourth? Or two mouths sucking on your tits while you ride two cocks, hmm?”

  Her pussy clamped down on his cock at the thought of that naughty fantasy come to life. “Yes, Sir.”

  One hand rose, fisting her hair and pulling her down for another kiss, controlling it, and then it ended.

  “We get home, baby, the second we’re through that door, you’re gonna strip like a good girl, understand me?”

  She wasn’t sure if the heat filling her cheeks was desire or embarrassment, but she nodded as much as his grip in her hair would allow. “Yes, Sir.”

  “You’re gonna enjoy being our good girl, aren’t you? Our sweet little pet?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “Don’t you worry about the other guys. They’re on board. They been careful to not scare you off. We’ve wanted you even before we ran into you at Venture that night. And I don’t just mean as play partners. One of our rules is that you don’t date or fuck or play with anyone but us, and we won’t do that with anyone but you and each other. Deal?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “You gonna have a problem watching me and Steve together? Or when any of the guys get together with me, or each other?”

  “No, Sir.” Her cheeks felt aflame. “That sounds hot, actually.”

  “Good girl.” He loosened his grip on her ass. “Go ahead and get you some, baby. You think you can come like this for me, or you need some help?”

  “I want to, Sir.” She braced her hands against his chest and started fucking him, her swollen clit rubbing against his body as his cock filled her.

  His gaze narrowed. “Good girl.” But his voice sounded hoarse, thick.

  Needy.

  The hand that had been holding on to her ass started playing with her nipples. He never released her hair, though, a constant reminder who was in charge.

  “I have a feeling you’re gonna rarely be sleeping in your own bed from now on. At least, not alone. If they ain’t keeping you busy, I sure will. Because now that you’re ours, we ain’t never letting you go without a fight. We’re damn sure gonna keep you well satisfied, baby girl.”

  At war within her, the urge to ride him hard and fast and get herself off, and to keep enjoying this slow, sexy grind. As he pinched her nipples, back and forth, it fueled her need and made her softly whimper.

  “Keep you satisfied, that’s what we’re gonna do. And you never have to worry again about where you’re gonna live, or worry about money. We’ll even draw you up a prenup. But gonna need you to do something for me, though. All that pleasure whenever you want it, it means there’s gonna be a price to be paid.”

  Her pulse skipped. “Prenup?”

  “Did I stutter? The guys know what my family’s like. They’re okay with this. We’ll all collar you, but I’m going to put a ring on your finger, I’m gonna marry you, and as far as anyone’s publicly concerned, you’re mine. Got it?”

  She had a choice, to keep living in fear, or to seize this chance—and these men—and finally take charge of her life.

  To finally enjoy her life, to live it.

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “Say it back to me, baby.”

  “You’re going to draw up a prenup, and I’m going to marry you, but I’ll belong to all four of you.”

  “Damn right, you will. What’s your family gonna say?”

  Her motions slowed, a little emotional buzz-kill threatening to take the delicious edge off of this. “I don’t care what they say. Can we please not talk about them today?”

  His gaze searched her face. “Not today, then. But we will talk.”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  His hand slipped lower, between her legs, playing with her clit. “Aw, did my baby lose her place?” He teased her, the pad of his finger lightly stroking up and down the length of her clit.

  “I did, Sir.”

  He released her hair so that hand could start playing with her nipples. “Then get your joy, baby. Because after you do, I’m flipping you over and fucking myself empty. I want you feeling me inside you all day today while we’re out shopping and talking to my family.”

  “Shopping?”

  His smile turned the kind of evil that made her panties disappear. “Someone needs a ring on their hand, and New York is a great city for shopping.”

  * * * *

  This was the perfect solution all the way around. No more worrying about his family, the guys could enjoy her, too, he and Steve and the other guys could play around when they felt like it—there was no downside to any of this.

  Not like she’d get bored anytime soon. If she did, it’d strictly be their fault for not taking care of her.

  Paying attention to her body the way he had last night, he was quickly learning her tells, how she felt as she grew closer to her orgasm. Every flutter of the muscles inside her pussy, squeezing him, trying to milk his cock.

  The way her lips parted and her gorgeous green eyes grew glazed, heavy-lidded.

  Can’t wait to tie her up and watch Trace do forced orgasm play with her while she’s taking turns sucking our cocks.

  He wasn’t even overreacting by pushing things along this fast, in the grand scheme of things. If Arden was married to him, she’d be less inclined to leave. The attorney could work up a prenup that would protect them all and be fair to her. She’d have health insurance and wouldn’t have to worry about her future.

  Skip right past dating to a wedding?

  Absolutely.

  Especially since it meant one long-term, serious worry off his plate. His momma wouldn’t be happy, exactly, but she wouldn’t give him a hard time about it. She and his siblings would eventually close ranks around him and Arden against their cousins and aunties. He could deal with whispered back-biting.

  But he did not want to lose his family. They weren’t perfect, but neither was he.

  Now he could have the best of both worlds.

  At one point he made her pause, sadistically enjoying her needy whines as he took a close-up pic of his cock buried in her pussy.

  “That’s for the boys,” he told her as he texted it to them. “I want them ready to jump your sweet ass as soon as we walk in the door.”

  He smiled up at her after setting his phone aside. “You been fantasizing about us like this, haven’t you?”

  She nodded. “Yes, Sir.”

  “Good.” He pulled her in for another kiss. “Now get you all you want, baby.”

  He struggled to hold back as she fucked him, riding his cock until she finally hit her stride. Her eyes dropped closed and she bit down on her lower lip, faster, harder…until she tipped over with a sweet, needy cry that made his cock throb.

  Once he was sure she was done he flipped her over onto her hands and knees, grabbed her hips, and buried his cock inside her again. She bore a few faint marks on her ass from last night’s spanking, but not enough.

  Except they didn’t have time to play this morning.

  “For the record, baby girl, I think I’d love to fuck you like this while watching you suck one of the guy’s cocks. There’s a lot of permutations the five of us will do. No one left out, no one getting bored.”

  He fucked her hard, balls slapping against her, and digging his fingers into her flesh since he knew she loved that. “And here…you…go.” Pleasure bubbled up from deep in his balls, nearly painfully good as he planted himself inside her, filling her with his cum and holding still as he tried to catch his breath.

  “How’s that?” he asked when he could finally speak again.

  She cast a sultry glance at him over her shoulder and nodded.

  He smacked her ass, making her yip. “Proper answer, baby.”

  She smiled. “Yes, Sir.”

  “That’s better.” He pulled her up, his cock still inside her, and held her body against his as he kissed her. “Shower, shopping, then we need to meet with Momma and everyone for breakfast. Let’s get moving.”

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