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raised his head.
    Lauren gasped, taking in much-needed air.
    Morgan removed his fingers then shifted so he was standing in front of her. He placed one hand on either side of her waist. “Is this what you wanted?” he asked, tucking his cock between her legs but not entering her.
    “Y-Yes,” she said, wetting her lips with her tongue.
    Morgan leaned down and flicked his tongue across her right nipple.
    Lauren shuddered, her knees quaking. She felt the handcuffs bite into her wrists. The sensation made the muscles in her lower tummy coil tighter.
    “Nice,” Morgan said, flicking his tongue across her nipple again.
    “But I’ll bet there’s something even sweeter just a bit further down.”
    And down he went.
    Lauren looked down, watching him move lower until his face was centered at the apex of her legs. “Aw God,” she whispered.
    “Now for the sweet spot,” he said then leaned forward.
    Morgan’s warm tongue slid into the cleft of her pussy, up to her clit, then began to undulate in pulsing waves over her swollen bud.
    Lauren’s knees threatened to buckle. Closing her eyes, she let her chin fall to her chest. The handcuffs bit in again as her arms stretched.
    She moaned, the wave of pleasure building inside her with every swipe of his experienced tongue.
    “Mmm,” Morgan moaned. Then he leaned back. “You are so wet, so sweet.”
    She opened her eyes, her body tensed and ready to explode.
    Morgan rose to his full height.
    Lauren whimpered, “Please…”
    He smiled. “Oh no, I want to be inside you when you come, Miss Brooke.” He tucked his cock between her legs again, moving his hips back and forth, sliding against her without entering. “And to make 48
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    you come,” he said, lowering his lips to hers, “I’ll be wanting someone to help.”
    Before she could ask anything, Morgan’s lips crushed hers, and she moaned, lost in the kiss.

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    Lauren’s arms were beginning to feel the effects of being stretched above her head. When Morgan released her mouth, she struggled to catch her breath. Her lips felt swollen from his assault, her nipples so tight and hard it stung. “What-What did you mean, you wanted h-help?” she asked, her voice sounding raspy in her ears.
    Morgan only chuckled then looked over her shoulder and nodded.
    Lauren tried to look over her shoulder. Was there someone else in the room? Someone watching?
    She soon found out.
    “Hello, Lauren,” Justice said, pressing himself against her back.
    His naked chest was warm against her. His erection bumped against the cleft of her ass.
    Morgan caught her gaze with his own. “No more struggling, Miss Brooke.” He ran a fingertip across her bottom lip. “You will enjoy what we are going to do to you. And you will tell us you enjoy it, won’t you?”
    Oh, sweet Jesus. Two men at once. While handcuffed. A fantasy I hadn’t fathomed…until now.
    “Miss Brooke?” Morgan gave her a stern look. “I want an answer.”
    She swallowed, her throat clicking it was so dry. “I…I will.”
    “Let’s begin, shall we, Justice?” Morgan asked, pressing himself forward, crushing her breasts with his chest.
    Justice pushed against her from behind. “Oh yeah,” he said, brushing her hair back from her neck. He kissed her softly, just below her ear.

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    Hands, so many hands, roamed her body. Two hot cocks, one behind, one in front, probed between her legs. Her skin dewed with a thin sheen of sweat, slickening their bodies.
    “Relax, Lauren, just relax,” Justice breathed into her ear.
    “I’m trying,” she said, her throat tight. It was hard to relax when your body was screaming for release.
    “I’m going to slip something inside you,” Justice said at the same time Lauren felt his fingers slip between the cheeks of her ass.
    “I’ve never—”
    “Shh, don’t say anything right now. Just feel,” Justice said.
    Lauren slowly closed her eyes and allowed herself to