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only seemed to rile him further. His nostrils flared, and muscles ticked beneath the ink swirling across his olive skin, making him look like a bull ready to charge. His wife waved the red cape of his turn-ons like a world champion matador.
    Morgan didn’t mind being pierced by his horns.
    “There you go.” Kayla spanked Dave several times in rapid succession. Morgan imagined flaming handprints appearing on his tight ass. “Give it to her nice and we’ll play rough later.”
    “Looks like Mo isn’t the only one exploring lately.” Mike raised an eyebrow from his place at the head of the bed.
    “Devon gave me the idea.” Kay beamed at her friend. She sank onto the arm of Dev’s chair instead of returning to her outpost. “I love that we learn from each other. Constant progression. Getting old together will never be boring when we’re changing and growing all the time.”
    Dev patted the cushion beside her hip as she scooted to one side of the oversized seat. Kayla slipped beside her friend, gathering the smaller woman close so their legs braided. She kissed Devon with the soft yet fierce passion the crew had come to expect from the pair on occasion. “Thank you.”
    “Anytime.” Devon winked, then got comfy, resting her head on Kayla’s shoulder.
    “Oh, shit. They’re making out, aren’t they?” Dave clenched his jaw. He retreated only long enough to advance again, less carefully this time.
    “Shit yeah,” Joe teased. “With lots of tongue and even some boob fondling.”
    “Really?”
    Morgan didn’t blame Dave for looking over his shoulder. She giggled at the epic pout that crossed his face when he realized Joe was pulling his leg.
    “We’ll save the show for later. You need to focus.” Devon ratcheted up her stern inner minx. She was getting pretty damn proficient at playing the part. “If you do a good job, maybe I’ll help Kayla teach you a lesson after we’re done here.”
    “Don’t fuck this up.” Neil added another swat to Dave’s ass. “I want to watch.”
    “Morgan…” Wide eyes implored her to help.
    “Nobody’s stopping you.” She ran her fingers through his hair. “Fuck me, Dave. You don’t have to go slow.”
    “Want it to be special.” His face lowered enough so he could capture her mouth beneath his. The soothing kiss he imparted had little in common with the jacking of his hips. An apology transmitted through every soft caress of his tongue. Tenderness offset by the power of his thrusts between her quivering thighs.
    Heat and wonder built inside her like steam in a pressure cooker. Weight compressed her chest as he descended, trying to close any lingering gaps between them. Their perspiration-coated skin adhered where they collided. The insides of her knees stuck on his ribs as he folded her practically in half.
    Metal brushed her nipple. The warmed bar of his piercings glanced across her pebbled flesh, inciting a riot in the primed tissue of her breasts. How could he be so tough and yet so sweet? So huge and yet maybe the most delicate of all the men?
    Morgan hugged him to her, sheltering him in a welcoming grasp. The discomfort of his oversized cock and heavy body were nothing compared to the bliss of granting him safe harbor and an outlet for the glorious energy he’d obviously pent up.
    “It is. Perfect.” She encouraged him to abandon the last of his inhibitions by dragging her nails down the bunched sinew on either side of his spine hard enough to leave proof of the claim she staked. Her heels drummed on his ass when he rutted in earnest.
    Morgan scooted toward the headboard as he plowed into her, over and over.
    Joe shifted, draping one arm beneath her head, around her shoulders, to anchor her through the storm of Dave’s unleashed fervor.
    She couldn’t do more than hang on and enjoy the ride. Tingles spread throughout her body, electrifying her from her fingers to her toes. Focusing on the absolute pleasure, she cultivated the sensation, fertilizing it