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pussy begging for it. She held back, reminded herself of her role and made her obedience into an unspoken order from Flynn.
    “Good.” He moved his choking hand to the floor by Pam’s shoulder. “Now you make yourself come, bitch. And I’ll know if you’re faking. You make that cunt clench around my cock or I swear to God I’ll make you regret it.”
    Words gave way to moans and grunts as both bodies turned frantic. Laurel smelled the heady mix of sweat and sex and latex, felt the heat peeling off them against her own dampening skin. Her eyes drank in every shape of Flynn’s powerful body as it twitched and tightened, his thrusts looking punishing, the brutality real. Her cunt was screaming to experience him, throbbing deep and hot with curiosity.
    Pam came apart. Her breathy grunts matched Flynn’s harsh ones and her legs came up, knees at his waist, inviting him deeper. He let her pinned hand go and she moved it to her chest to palm her breasts and tweak her nipples. Laurel’s fingers twitched, dying to do the same.
    They fucked like nothing she’d ever seen in a porno—technically missionary, technically vanilla, but the intensity between them was incredible, palpable, crackling with electricity. All at once that energy was rerouted, shot straight across the room between Flynn’s eyes and Laurel’s and she felt him, all the aggression and strength of his body pummeling hers.
    Pam groaned beneath him, head turning to the side as the hand stroking her breasts lost coordination.
    “Good girl. Come all over that hard cock.” Flynn froze, pushed deep inside.
    Pam cried out, raked his back as she climaxed. Laurel’s mind swam for a second, lost in the details of Flynn—his sweat-damp hair, muscles gleaming in the city’s ambient glow. She breathed in his smell, feasted on his body. She wanted him more violently than anything she could recall, as though the need in her were blinding pain and the only thing that could take it away was Flynn.
    “That’s right,” he whispered, hips giving a few gentle pumps as Pam calmed. “That’s right. Good girl.” He leaned in, kissed her forehead, the gesture sending an odd ripple through Laurel, seeming twice as graphic and raw as any other intimate contact she’d witnessed in the last ten minutes.
    Flynn pulled out and got to his feet as Pam made it unsteadily to her knees. She reached out to unroll the condom from his cock, set it aside and stroked his hard flesh. Laurel imagined him in her palm. His balls looked tight and high, telling her how close he must be. His hand took over after a minute, jerking fast and rough, and Laurel felt each bump of his head against Pam’s lips. She felt his skin under her nails as Pam dug her fingers into his thighs, saw his need as her eyes stared up at his face.
    “Here I come, sweetheart. Open up wide for me.”
    Laurel ached to see him come but Pam’s mouth closed over his head, keeping the moment private, forcing her out of all this borrowed intimacy. She had to be satisfied watching his clenching ass and his tight fist as his hand slowed, listening to his rumbling moan as he released. She saw Pam swallow what he gave her, caught her breath as his gaze jumped to her face for the briefest moment.
    “C’mon.” He put a hand out and helped her to standing. “Go get cleaned up.”
    Pam disappeared inside the bathroom, closing the door to block out the light and the whir of the fan. Laurel’s stomach dropped and she wondered if she was supposed to go now. She bit her lip and watched Flynn tug on his jeans and buckle his belt. The shower hissed on behind the bathroom door.
    Flynn turned to her, still barefoot and stripped to the waist and looking just as dangerous as he did in the ring.
    “Still here, huh?”
    Laurel tried to keep her eyes on his face, off his gleaming stomach, tried to keep her awareness on the words and off her pleading cunt. “Looks like it.”
    Flynn nodded and pulled his shirt on as the water shut off