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a hand around her throat. “I won’t offer it again,” he snarled out as his buttocks began to ride into her. Reality snapped back in at the words, so he fumbled with his pants to get inside her, and with a quick drive, was as far in as he could get. Heaven lived there, or hell. Either way, he was going. Millimetres from the cock he most wanted and centimetres from his mouth, the fact that his rose was between them was insignificant. He could smell the man, feel his breath, even dare a kiss if he wanted. She moaned again and tried to reach his mouth as he pushed in again and felt the hard muscle of cock grinding against him. Over and over he fucked her until he could barely feel Elizabeth at all. It was Alexander’s hand on the back of his head, egging him on further, Alexander’s cock making him come; she was nothing but a channel, a vessel to be used in the pursuit of more. Rough hands tugged and pushed in his hair as he listened to the glorious sounds coming from Alexander’s mouth. Grunting, groaning, swearing and snarling as he forged in again and again, creating the perfect rhythm for explosion. He had hardly ever been allowed this honour. It was so rare for him to be offered the opportunity to make the decisions.
    “Harder,” she called as he felt the twitching of her muscles inside her, but all he could sense was Alexander coming. He could feel the spasms rallying him to fuck deeper, faster. It was he who would make Alexander come this time, him creating the friction, him dictating the pace, the speed. Lips met his and he almost came instantly. The biting and licking at him was all consuming as he was offered his reward for fucking well, and true. Alexander’s mouth, just his mouth and his teeth, his touch on his own skin.
    “More,” was growled through their tongues, so he forced his cock in as hard as he could and heard both of them moaning in approval at his efforts. He fucked home again and again and again, until she screamed and went limp between them. He couldn’t have cared less about her in that moment, only that he was so close to the man behind her that he could barely breathe through the concentration it took not to come. Alexander wasn’t finished. He had to make him come before he could empty himself. He reached down between them and gently grabbed hold of the man’s balls. It was the first time he’d dared, but something about this was different, closer somehow. Alexander groaned and tensed immeasurably, allowing Pascal to continue driving in while fondling those beautiful balls dexterously. Finally, with a grunt, Alexander let go of his hair and relaxed his mouth away from him. He felt the heat erupt inside her immediately, felt it curl across the slither of skin separating them, and for a second, he relished the thought before plunging in one last time. His own expulsion of come came instantly as he rocked into her and landed his mouth on her weakened lips.
    She moaned into his mouth quietly as she stayed still and allowed them both their time inside her. She just let them both rock inside her and find their moment of peace together. Warmth filled his heart for the woman who had given this to him. He had fucked countless women with Alexander before now, used them, tortured them, played with them for hours, but never had there been any sense of love from the man. He’d never once received a kiss, nor a kind hand on his body. Whatever she did for the man, it had opened up the version of him Pascal had hoped for. Brought it to life, sanctioned its freedom. Unfortunately, this towed the beast along with it, something which needed to find solace in itself. Yet more of that elusive peace to find.
    Her hands suddenly wrapped around his neck and drew him closer – so close. She always needed him close. She hardly allowed any separation between the three of them in these moments. Her tongue swirled beautifully, slowly, almost to the point of him only feeling her. She really was angelic – as