Chapter 10: The Date and the Meeting
The golden hour bled across the city, painting the glass walls of Marcus’s apartment in hues of amber and burnt orange. He stood at the window, shirtless, his sculpted back gleaming with a thin sheen of sweat from the workout he’d just finished. Behind him, Pablo sat on the plush velvet couch, his massive frame dwarfing the furniture, a bottle of beer in his hand.
“You’re really doing this, huh?” Pablo said, his voice low and rumbling.
“Already done,” Marcus replied without turning. “Just need to make it official.”
He heard the first knock at the door and smiled. They came in waves. Sophia first, all legs and nervous energy, her gray eyes darting around the room before landing on Pablo with a curious tilt. She wore a crop top and joggers, the look of an athlete who hadn’t tried too hard, and failed anyway. Cameron followed close behind, her model-perfect face set in a cool mask of indifference, though she let her hand brush Marcus’s chest as she passed.
“You must be Pablo,” Sophia said, offering a small smile.
“That’s me,” Pablo said, standing to shake her hand, his gentle giant demeanor clashing with his intimidating size. “Marcus talks a lot about you.”
“Only good things, I hope.”
“Always.”
Samantha came next, all sequins and perfume, fresh from a studio session. She sauntered in like she owned the place, kissed Marcus on the cheek, then immediately made a beeline for the couch, curling up beside Pablo like she’d known him for years. The twins arrived together, Demi in black, Donna in a bright sundress, so identical it was almost dizzying. Demi nodded at Marcus, silent, while Donna bounced over and hugged him enthusiastically.
Jade came in last, a slow, deliberate sway to her wide hips as she shut the door behind her. Her caramel skin looked like molten gold in the fading light. She caught Marcus’s eye, and her juicy thick lips curled into a wicked smile.
“So this is the whole squad,” Jade said, running her gaze over the assembled women. “Damn, baby. You’ve been busy.”
Marcus turned to face them all, his back to the window, the city sprawling behind him like a kingdom. He let the silence stretch, letting the weight of the moment settle over the room. Every woman’s attention was on him, even Pablo’s, a heavy, expectant hush.
“Here’s how it works,” Marcus said, his voice calm and firm. “You all belong to me. That means you belong to each other. No jealousy. No bullshit. You want to climb into bed together, do it. But when I call, you come. When I need you, you show up. That’s the first rule.”
Sophia shifted on her feet. “What about Nicknames? You gave me one.”
“White Gurl,” Marcus confirmed, pointing at her. “You own that. Cameron, you’re The Statue. Samantha, you’re Diva. Jade, you keep your name because you’re the one who knows how to use it. Demi and Donna, you already know. Valerie is Mamacita or Mami. And everyone calls me Daddy or Papi. No exceptions.”
Donna giggled. “What about Pablo?”
Marcus glanced at his friend, a rare grin crossing his face. “Pablo is family. He gets the same respect I do. If you have a problem with him, you have a problem with me. And believe me, he’s a much nicer person than I am.”
Pablo raised his beer in a quiet toast, a small smile tugging at his lips.
“Second rule,” Marcus continued, his tone hardening. “Health and safety. Everyone gets tested. Standard panel, every month. I don’t care how clean you think you are. I’m not risking my empire or any of your bodies on assumptions. If you’re with each other, you use protection unless I say otherwise. When you're with me, I’ll decide when that changes.”
Jade leaned against the wall, arms crossed, a knowing glint in her eye. “And the third rule?”
Marcus held her gaze. “Your first assignment. By tomorrow morning, each of you sends me a video. Any kind. I don’t give a fuck what you do in it, as long as it’s you, and as long as you’re thinking of me when you make it. Make me want to watch it twice.”
The room went quiet, a mix of anticipation and mischief rippling through the women. Sophia bit her lip. Cameron looked away, but there was a faint flush on her cheeks. Samantha was already smirking, her phone in her hand.
“Daddy,” Jade purred, pushing off the wall. “You just want a show.”
Marcus stepped toward her, his hand coming up to cup her chin, tilting her face to his. “I want to own every inch of you, even the parts you don’t show anyone else. That’s what the video is for. That’s the first piece of proof that you belong to me.”
Jade’s eyes darkened with heat, her tongue darting out to wet her lips. “Fine by me.”
Pablo let out a low whistle. “Damn, man. You really are a pimp.”
Marcus turned to his friend, the grin returning. “No. I’m the man who owns the pimps.”
Meanwhile across town…
Rita's bar was the kind of place that didn't bother with a sign, just a faded neon palm tree buzzing in the window and the low thump of old salsa records bleeding through the walls. Jason walked in at exactly nine, wearing a fitted black tee and jeans that cost more than his last three car payments, and he spotted her immediately.
Minnie was curved over the bar like she owned it, which she probably did after all these years. She had that look about her, the one you see on women who've learned to survive with their teeth bared. Thick-ass hips straining against a red dress that barely covered her thighs, small perky tits pushing against the fabric, and lips so plump they looked like they'd been carved by a sculptor with a cruel sense of humor. She was Central American, all warm brown skin and dark hair tumbling down her back, and when she turned to look at him, her eyes did a slow crawl from his face to his chest and back again.
"You're late," she said, but she was smiling.
"Two minutes."
"Still late." She slid off the stool, and Jason got the full effect of her. That ass was a masterpiece, round and heavy and perfectly shaped, swinging with a rhythm that seemed to mock every man who'd ever watched her walk away. She reached out, grabbed the collar of his shirt, and pulled him close enough that he could smell her perfume. Something dark and sweet, like vanilla and sin. "But you look good enough to forgive."
Jason didn't waste time with small talk. He'd learned from Marcus that confidence was currency, and he spent it freely. He ordered two shots of tequila, and they drank them standing at the bar, shoulders brushing, voices low. She asked about the empire, about Marcus, about what Jason's role was in all of it. He answered with enough truth to sound real and enough mystery to keep her hungry.
"You know what I think?" she said, setting her empty glass down with a click. "I think you talk a good game, Jason. But I've heard a lot of good talk in my time."
"You calling me a liar?"
"I'm calling you unchallenged." She grabbed his hand, her grip surprisingly strong, and pulled him toward the back of the bar. "Let me see if you can back it up."
The bathroom was tiny, dimly lit by a single flickering bulb, the sink stained with years of cheap lipstick. Minnie locked the door behind them and turned to face him, her back against the cracked tile, her eyes gleaming with a wild, hungry light.
"Strip," she said.
Jason didn't hesitate. He pulled his shirt over his head, and Minnie's eyes dropped to his chest, to the lean muscle he'd been working on for years. She bit her lip. Then she reached down, hiked up her dress, and pulled her thong down her thighs. Her pussy was shaved clean, already glistening, and the scent of her hit him like a physical force.
"You wanted to see what wild looks like," she breathed, stepping forward and pressing her body against his. "Here I am."
He lifted her by the hips, and she wrapped her legs around his waist, her back hitting the wall with a thud. He got his cock out, thick and aching, and she reached down, guiding him to her entrance with a practiced grip.
"Don't be gentle," she whispered against his mouth. "I hate gentle."
He slammed into her. No resistance, just wet heat swallowing him to the root. Minnie cried out, loud and raw, her head thrown back against the tile. Her nails dug into his shoulders as she rode him, her hips grinding down hard, taking him deeper with every motion.
"Shit, yeah," she gasped. "Like that. Fuck me like that. Yeah. Yeahhh.”
Jason gripped her ample ass, fingers digging into the plush flesh, and drove upward with brutal strokes. The bathroom filled with the sounds of their bodies colliding, wet and obscene, her moans bouncing off the tile. She rode him hard, her small tits bouncing in his face, and he leaned forward, catching a nipple in his teeth. She hissed, grinding harder.
"You like this?" he growled, his voice ragged. "You like being fucked in a bathroom like a dirty little secret?"
"I like it when you earn it," she shot back, her teeth flashing in the dim light. "And you're earning it, Papi."
The word hit him like a drug. He flipped her around, bending her over the sink, her ass pressed against the cold porcelain. He drove into her from behind, his hand tangled in her hair, pulling her head back as he pounded into her. Minnie's eyes rolled back, her lips parting in a long, throaty moan as she met every thrust.
"More," she demanded. "Deeper. Don't you dare stop."
He didn't. He fucked her until she came with a scream she barely muffled by biting her own fist, her body shuddering around his cock. He was right behind her, pulling out at the last second and painting her big beautiful ass with hot, thick ropes of cum. She looked over her shoulder at him, chest heaving, a wild grin spreading across her face.
"Okay," she breathed, straightening up and turning to face him, her hand finding his jaw. "You're interesting. Just like you said." She kissed him, slow and filthy, tasting herself on his lips. "Now let's get out of this bathroom before someone thinks we're dead in here."
Jason laughed, low and rough, and didn't bother wiping the sheen of sweat from his brow. He tucked himself back into his jeans, watching as Minnie pulled her thong up her thighs with an unhurried, almost theatrical grace. She caught him staring and smirked, but there was something softer beneath it, a crack in the wild-girl armor.
"You got a place, or you planning on finishing this in the alley?" she asked, smoothing her dress down over that impossible curve of her hips.
"I got a place."
"Then lead the way, Papi."
They slipped out of the bathroom and through the bar without a word to anyone. Minnie grabbed her purse from the counter and tossed a bill at the bartender, a silent exchange that spoke of years of familiarity. Outside, the night air hit them both, cool and sharp against their heated skin. Jason's car was parked a block over, a black coupe that had seen better days but still purred when he turned the key. Minnie slid into the passenger seat, her dress riding up her thighs, and she didn't bother pulling it down.
The drive was short. Jason kept one hand on the wheel, the other resting on her bare leg, his thumb tracing lazy circles against her skin. She let him, watching the city lights slide past the window, a small smile playing on those plump lips.
His apartment was on the third floor of an old walk-up, the kind of place that had character and cockroaches in equal measure. He unlocked the door and stepped aside, letting her enter first. She walked in like she was appraising the joint, running a finger along the edge of his bookshelf, eyeing the worn couch and the kitchen counter with its stack of takeout containers.
"Cozy," she said, turning to face him. "You live alone?"
"Just me and my ambition."
She laughed at that, a genuine sound, warm and rough. Then she closed the distance between them, her hands finding his belt, her fingers working the buckle with practiced ease.
"Good," she murmured, dropping to her knees. "Because I plan on getting loud."
“Good.”
The belt came loose with a sharp metallic clink, and Jason watched her work it through the loops with a hunger in her eyes that made his cock twitch. She pulled his jeans down his thighs, then his boxers, and her breath caught when his dick sprang free. It was thick, veined, already leaking at the tip. She wrapped her fingers around the base, stroking slow, deliberate, her thumb tracing the ridge of the head.
"Damn, Papi," she purred, looking up at him through her lashes. "Already?”
"I’m always ready for someone like you.”
She laughed, low and throaty, then leaned in and swiped her tongue across the tip, tasting the bead of pre-cum that had gathered there.
“Corny ass…”
Her eyes stayed locked on his as she did it, watching his reaction, savoring it. Then she opened her mouth wide and took him in.
She worked the head with her tongue, swirling and sucking, her plump lips stretched tight around him. She was good. Real good. The kind of good that came from years of practice and a genuine love for the act. But Jason wanted more. He wanted to see what she was really made of.
"Deep," he commanded, his voice dropping to something rough and unyielding. "Take it. Take it all the way down.”
She didn't flinch. She took a breath, held it, and sank down. Her plump lips stretched around him, inch by inch, her throat opening to receive him like she'd been built for exactly this. Jason's head fell back, a guttural groan tearing from his chest as her nose brushed against his pelvis. She stayed there, her throat milking him, her hands gripping his thighs, her eyes watering but never leaving his.
"Fuck," he breathed. "That's it. That's a good girl."
She pulled up slowly, dragging her tongue along the underside of his shaft, then plunged back down, faster this time. The wet, obscene sounds filled the small apartment. She bobbed her head with a rhythm that was almost cruel, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked, her hands working the base in counterpoint. Jason tangled his fingers in her dark hair, not forcing, just anchoring himself as she took him apart.
"You like that, Papi?" she asked, pulling off with a string of saliva connecting her lips to his tip. "You like this mouth?"
"Love it," he growled. "That mouth was MADE for sucking dick. Now get on the bed. On your hands and knees."
She rose with a grin, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand, and made her way to his bedroom. The bed was unmade, sheets rumpled, but she didn't seem to care. She climbed on and positioned herself on all fours, arching her back, presenting that fat, round ass to him like an offering. She looked over her shoulder, eyes dark and hungry.
"Well? You gonna stand there admiring it, or you gonna fuck it?"
Jason didn't answer. He just smacked her on the ass.
SMACK.
She moaned, surprised. He lined himself up and slammed into her. Minnie let out a raw, guttural cry, her fingers clawing at the sheets. He gripped her hips, fingers digging into the plush flesh, and set a relentless pace. The sound of skin slapping skin filled the room, punctuated by her moans and his heavy breathing.
"Yeah," she gasped. "Fuck, yeah. Right there. Don't stop. Don't you fucking stop."
He leaned over her, chest against her back, his lips brushing her ear. "Whose ass is this, Minnie? Who does this pussy belong to?"
"Yours," she whimpered. "You, Papi. Make me yours. Fuck me like you own me."
He did. He drove into her until her knees gave out and she collapsed forward onto the mattress, her face buried in the pillows, her ass still raised for him. He followed her down, never losing his rhythm, his hand sliding around to grip her throat from behind. Not choking, just claiming.
"You gonna remember this," he said, his voice rough against her ear. "You're gonna remember who brought you into this."
She came with a scream, muffled by the pillows, her body shuddering beneath him. He didn't stop. He kept fucking her through it, feeling her walls clamp and release around him, driving her into a second orgasm that made her legs shake. Only then did he pull out, turning her onto her back, and drove into her again, watching her face as she came apart.
"Look at me," he commanded.
She opened her eyes, glassy and wild, and stared up at him as he fucked her. Her small tits bounced with every thrust, her dark hair fanned out against the pillow. She was a mess, sweat-slicked and trembling, and she'd never looked more beautiful.
"Come inside me," she begged, her voice wrecked. "I'm clean. I need it. Please. Come inside me."
He didn't pull out. He buried himself to the root and unloaded, hot and thick, a guttural groan tearing from his chest as he emptied himself into her. She held him tight, her legs wrapped around his waist, her heels digging into his back, pulling him deeper as she rode out her own climax.
They stayed like that, tangled and breathless, until the sweat began to cool on their skin. Minnie's hand came up to stroke his jaw, her touch surprisingly tender.
"Okay," she whispered, her voice hoarse. "You're definitely interesting, Papi. Let's see if you can keep me interested."
Jason grinned, pressing a kiss to her forehead. "I plan on it."
Meanwhile, back at Marcus’ place. Pablo and Marcus were taking questions from the women.
Meanwhile, back at Marcus’ place. Pablo and Marcus were taking questions from the women.
“So, like, what if we want to make the video together?” Donna asked, twirling a strand of hair around her finger, her grey eyes sparkling with mischief. “Demi and I could do a dual thing. Tag team style.”
Demi didn’t say anything, but the corner of her mouth twitched upward, a rare and telling crack in her emo armor.
Marcus considered it, his hand stroking his chin. “That’s allowed. In fact, I encourage it. Like I said, no jealousy. You want to collaborate, collab. Just make sure I can see both of you clearly. I want to know exactly who I’m watching when I pull my dick out.”
Donna giggled. Demi’s cheeks flushed, but she nodded.
“What about the monthly testing?” Sophia asked, shifting her weight. “Do we all go to the same place, or is that something you arrange?”
“I’ll arrange it. There’s a clinic Nia vetted. Discreet, professional, and they don’t ask questions. You’ll all go to the same place, different times. Results come to me first, then you. I don’t want anyone hiding anything out of embarrassment. If something comes up, we deal with it together. No shame, no punishment. Just honesty.”
That seemed to settle the room. Cameron, who had been quiet, arms crossed over her chest, finally spoke. “And the videos. What do you do with them?”
“Keep them,” Marcus said simply. “Private. No one else sees them unless I say so. They’re not for sharing. They’re for claiming. You’re showing me a part of yourself that no one else gets. That’s sacred. I don’t violate trust.”
Cameron held his gaze for a long moment, searching for any sign of deceit. She found none. She nodded slowly, a flicker of warmth entering her cool facade.
“Anything else?” Marcus asked, scanning the room.
“I got one.” Jade pushed off the wall, sauntering toward him with that liquid grace. She stopped in front of him, close enough that her perfume enveloped him, her grey eyes glinting with a familiar hunger. “When do we get to show you in person?”
A ripple of laughter and murmurs ran through the women. Pablo let out a low chuckle, shaking his head.
Marcus reached out, hooking a finger into the waistband of Jade’s dress, pulling her a step closer. “You want a demonstration, baby?”
“I want a preview,” she purred. “We been talking rules and assignments all evening. My pussy’s getting impatient.”
“That’s the spirit,” Samantha said, leaning forward on the couch, her phone already in her hand. “Why wait until tomorrow when Daddy’s right here?”
The energy in the room shifted. Eyes turned to Marcus, waiting, hungry. Pablo shifted on the couch, watching the dynamic with a bemused, almost reverent expression.
Marcus looked around at his harem, these five women, each one a weapon, each one a treasure, all of them looking at him like he was the sun they orbited around. He let the moment stretch, savoring it, then smiled slow and dangerous.
“Alright,” he said, releasing Jade’s waistband. “Show me what you’d put in that video. Consider this the final part of tonight’s orientation.”
The women looked at each other, a silent negotiation passing between them. Then Jade turned to Sophia, a wicked grin spreading across her face. “White Gurl. You ever kissed a woman before?”
“Well actually there was this one time…” She started. Cameron looked at her. “Yes.”
Jade laughed.
“This is gonna be interesting.” Pablo said.
“Yup. Enjoy the ride, my brother.” Marcus said to him.
Jade's hand closed around Sophia's wrist, and she pulled the tall athlete down onto the plush velvet couch with a confidence that made Sophia's breath catch. Sophia tumbled forward, her gray eyes wide, her crop top riding up to reveal a strip of toned stomach. Jade wasted no time. She swung a leg over Sophia's thighs, straddling her, pinning her to the cushions with the weight of her hips.
"Relax, White Gurl," Jade purred, her caramel face hovering inches above Sophia's. "I ain't gonna bite. Not unless you ask nicely."
Sophia's hands came up instinctively, hovering over Jade's hips, unsure where to land. Her gray eyes flicked to Marcus, who stood watching with his arms crossed, a dark satisfaction curling the corner of his mouth. He nodded once.
"Show her how it's done, Jade."
Jade grinned and lowered her mouth to Sophia's. The kiss was slow at first, exploratory, Jade's thick lips molding against Sophia's softer ones. Sophia made a small sound, something between surprise and pleasure, and her hands finally found Jade's waist, gripping the bare skin above her dress. Jade deepened the kiss, her tongue sweeping into Sophia's mouth, tasting her, claiming her. When she pulled back, a thin string of saliva connected their lips.
"Taste like strawberries and nervousness," Jade observed, stroking Sophia's cheek. "That's cute. Let's fix that."
She shifted off Sophia's lap and pulled her own dress over her head, letting it fall to the floor in a whisper of fabric. Her body was a weapon, all curves and smooth brown skin, her C-cup breasts firm and tipped with dark nipples that pebbled in the warm air. Sophia's eyes traveled down her body, lingering on the curve of her ass as Jade turned to settle back against the couch.
"Your turn," Jade said, gesturing. "Come here. Show me what you got under that crop top."
Sophia hesitated for only a second, then pulled the shirt over her head. Her breasts were firm, athletic, pale against Jade's deep brown. She wore no bra. Jade reached out, cupping one, running her thumb over the nipple with a practiced touch.
"Nice." Jade leaned in, taking the nipple into her mouth, and Sophia gasped, her back arching off the cushions. Marcus watched, his hand moving to the growing bulge in his pants. The other women had gathered closer, a semicircle of hungry eyes. Demi had her arms crossed, watching with clinical interest, while Donna was already biting her knuckle. Samantha sat forward, phone still in hand, recording nothing, just watching, her lips parted.
"Like that?" Jade murmured against Sophia's skin, her tongue circling the hardening peak.
"Yeah," Sophia breathed. "Yeah. Shit."
"Good. Now touch me."
Sophia's hands moved with clumsy eagerness, finding Jade's breasts, squeezing, learning the weight of them. Jade guided her, taking Sophia's hand and sliding it down her stomach, beneath the waistband of her thong.
"Feel how wet I am? That's what you do to me, White Gurl."
Sophia's fingers found slick heat, and she let out a shaky breath. Jade moaned softly, grinding against her hand, her eyes fluttering half-closed.
"Two fingers," Jade whispered. "Put them inside me."
Sophia obeyed, sliding two fingers into Jade's warmth, and Jade let out a throaty groan, her head falling back. The room was silent except for the wet sounds of Sophia's fingers moving, the soft slap of skin, Jade's escalating moans. Marcus had freed his cock now, stroking himself slowly, his knuckles white with restraint. Donna had slipped her hand into Demi's, squeezing, her eyes wide.
"Marcus," Jade breathed, her voice wrecked. "Come here, baby. Let me taste you while White Gurl fucks me."
He crossed the room in three strides, unzipping his pants fully, his cock springing free, thick and already slick with pre-cum. Jade turned, taking him into her mouth with a deep, hungry moan, tasting herself on Sophia's fingers as she continued to work her pussy. Sophia looked up at Marcus, her gray eyes glassy, her fingers buried in Jade's cunt, and something in her expression shifted.
"Like this, Daddy?" she asked, her voice small but gaining confidence.
"Just like that," Marcus growled, threading his fingers through Jade's hair, fucking her mouth in slow, deep strokes. "Now make her come. Make her scream my name. Make her say Daddy’s name.”
Sophia's fingers curled inside Jade, searching, pressing against that spongy spot that made Jade's whole body jerk. Jade's mouth was full of Marcus's cock, her cheeks hollowed, but the sound she made was pure, desperate pleasure, a muffled scream vibrating around his shaft. Marcus groaned, his hips pushing deeper, his grip tightening in her hair.
"That's it," he growled. "Keep working that pussy, White Gurl. Make her come all over your hand."
Sophia's confidence grew. She added a third finger, stretching Jade, her thumb finding the swollen nub of her clit and circling it with a rhythm she'd only ever used on herself. Jade's hips bucked violently, her thighs trembling, her spit-slick lips stretched around Marcus's dick as she rode the wave building inside her.
Jade pulled off with a gasp, a string of saliva and pre-cum connecting her lips to the tip of his cock.
“Fuck, yes, right there. Don't stop, baby. I'm so fucking close."
Sophia's free hand grabbed Jade's thigh, spreading her wider, her fingers plunging deeper. She watched her own hand disappear inside this gorgeous, caramel-skinned woman, felt the heat and wetness and the desperate clench of Jade's walls, and a surge of power shot straight to her cunt.
"Come for me," Sophia whispered, her voice unexpectedly steady. "Let Daddy see you. Let it out.”
Jade's body convulsed. Her eyes rolled back, her mouth opened in a silent scream, and her orgasm crashed through her like a wave, her pussy clenching hard around Sophia's fingers, soaking her hand. Marcus didn't wait. He pulled Jade off the couch, spun her around, and bent her over the armrest. In one brutal motion, he slammed his cock into her, buried to the hilt in her dripping, freshly orgasmed pussy. Jade screamed, raw and guttural, her fingers clawing at the velvet.
"Oh God, yes. Fuck me. Fuck me, Daddy." She moaned.
Marcus drove into her with punishing strokes, his balls slapping against her clit, his hands gripping her hips hard enough to bruise.
“You like that, Jade? Huh? You like being stuffed full right after you come?" He said, smacking her ass.
"Yes, yes, fuck, I love it. Don't stop, please, I need more."
On the couch, Sophia sat back, her fingers glistening with Jade's juice, her own cunt throbbing. She looked up to find Cameron watching her, those gray eyes dark and unreadable. Without a word, Sophia brought her fingers to her mouth and licked them clean, tasting Jade slow and deliberate. Cameron's breath hitched.
"Oh my Fuck," she breathed.
Samantha laughed low, setting her phone aside, and crawled over to the couch. She knelt beside Sophia, her sequined dress tight across her thighs, and tilted Sophia's chin toward her.
"You got that look, White Gurl. That hungry look. Don't be shy. Daddy likes it when you take what you want."
Sophia's eyes flicked to Marcus, who was still buried in Jade, his rhythm faltering as he watched the three women on the couch. He nodded. A silent blessing.
Samantha kissed her first, deep and demanding, tasting Jade's slickness on Sophia's lips. Then she pulled back and guided Sophia's hand under her dress, pressing it against the heat between her thighs.
"Make me feel it too. Don't slam it in. Ease it in. Suck it out. Feel the way I open up for you."
Sophia obeyed, sliding two fingers inside Samantha's wetness, feeling her walls flutter, feeling her warmth. Samantha moaned into her mouth, grinding against her hand, and Cameron moved closer, her long legs folding underneath her as she pressed her body against Sophia's side. Her mouth found Sophia's neck, kissing, biting, sucking a bruise into the sensitive skin.
"Oh my God," Sophia gasped, caught between Samantha's kiss and Cameron's teeth and Jade's screams and the wet slap of Marcus's fucking. Her head fell back. She was drowning in sensation.
"See?" Pablo murmured, his voice low and husky. He was leaning forward, elbows on his knees, watching the scene with dark appreciation. "This is why you built it, man. This is the payoff."
Marcus grunted, his strokes growing erratic. "This is just the fucking beginning."