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another orgasm trickled through her.
    “Now I’m going to ream your ass out,” Mac said. “Leave you something to remember me by for a while. Don’t you dare fucking come before I do, or your ass will be black and blue in addition to being well fucked by the time we get back to port.”
    Clarisse felt Mac’s thrusts as Sully was shoved into her with each stroke. Timing it just right, she found and picked up Mac’s rhythm, so that she was withdrawing when Mac did and slamming her hips back against Sully when Mac thrust.
    Sully groaned. “Fuck,” he whispered. “I can’t hold out long. It feels too damn good.”
    “You’d better hold out,” Mac said. “You won’t like it if you don’t.” Clarisse heard the sound of Mac slapping Sully’s ass as he fucked him. “Like I said, I’m going to make damn good use of the time I have in the driver’s seat.”
    Clarisse was glad she hadn’t been given any orders to hold it. Another orgasm ripped through her, made only better by the feel of Sully’s cock bottoming out inside her.
    Behind them, Mac let out a familiar grunt she knew signaled the start of his own release. She gave up trying to keep up with their rhythms, now simply holding on and enjoying it.
    “Okay,” Mac gasped. “You may come.”
    Sully grabbed her by the hips and started fucking her hard and fast and triggering yet another orgasm in her, the weight of his body pinning her against the stern until his cock finally exploded and filled her.
    As they all laid there, the world gradually coming back to them, the thrum of the generator, the sound of the water against the hull, Clarisse snickered.
    “What’s so funny, pet?” Mac asked from the back of the pile.
    “I’m sure when Uncle Tad named this the Dilly Dally that he never expected anything like this to happen on board.”
    “Probably not,” Sully agreed.
    “Or, maybe he did,” Mac said. “Who knows what he and your aunt did?”
    “I don’t want to know,” Clarisse said.
    After they untangled themselves, they jumped into the warm Gulf water for a quick swim and to clean up. After climbing back on board, rinsing the salt water off with fresh and drying off, Mac reached for the key to the lock on Sully’s collar and opened it.
    Sully looked confused. “What are you doing?”
    Mac shrugged, a bashful smile on his face. “I’m good.”
    Sully caught Mac’s hand before he could unbuckle the collar. “What about boat rules? This is your afternoon to be in charge. We agreed.”
    “I only had a little toppy energy to expend.” He tipped his head toward Clarisse. “I don’t know if it’s because she’s always looking to me as her Sir, even when I’m Your slave, or because of being dad to the kids, or what. But I’m good, seriously.”
    Sully released Mac’s hand. “If you’re sure.”
    “I’m sure.” He removed Sully’s collar and slipped the lock back into place, closing it with a soft click . “I get to be in charge enough right now. I prefer our natural order of things.”
    Sully leaned in and kissed him, opening his arm toward Clarisse so they could include her in their hug. “I prefer our natural order of things, too,” Sully said, “but I won’t deny I like the occasional boat rules outing.”
    “You guys have no idea how hot it is watching you two together,” she said. “Especially like that.”
    Sully nuzzled his nose against hers. “No toppy time for you, huh?”
    “Nope. I’m good. Being a mom is more than enough toppy time for me. I’d rather be a minion than a mastermind.”
    Mac laughed. “Maybe we need to paint you yellow and get you a little blue romper to wear.”
    “Umm, yeeaahh, no. That’s not happening.”
    “You safewording on that, pet?” Sully asked.
    “Yes. Because if I don’t, you two won’t be happy until you do it to me.”
    “You know us far too well, pet,” Mac said.
    “Which is why I’m happy to always be the pet.”
    Overhead, a gull cried out before it landed on the