Kade lay sprawled across the bed, trembling.
His chest rose and fell like he'd run a damn marathon. His arms were stretched out, wrists pinned earlier by silk ties, now loose but limp from exhaustion. His thighs were soaked—slick with sweat, slick with Janelle.
He didn't even know whose lipstick was smudged all over his chest, his neck, his cock.
All he knew… was that he couldn't move.
Janelle straddled his face earlier until he was gasping for air, choking on moans, helpless under her grip. She rode him like she wanted to bury every sound inside his throat.
And Mirabel?
That girl rode his cock with her head tilted back, moaning Janelle's name—not even his.
Now, both girls were wrapped around each other, tangled in a soft blanket at the edge of the bed, whispering and giggling. Like he wasn't even there.
Mirabel brushed a kiss to Janelle's shoulder. "Did you hear how he begged? I think I broke him."
Janelle grinned, stretching like a satisfied cat. "Mmm. You made him cry, baby. I loved it."
Kade let out a groan, barely audible.
Mirabel turned toward him lazily. "Aww… toyboy's still awake?"
He whimpered again, and they both burst into soft laughter.
Janelle crawled over slowly, like a predator, cupping his cheek and dragging her thumb across his wet bottom lip. "Such a good boy," she whispered, voice syrupy. "You did so well for us."
"Even though you were jealous," Mirabel added, coming up behind her. "Pouting and glaring like a brat when I touched her more than you."
Kade blinked up at them, eyes hazy. "I-I wasn't—"
Janelle grabbed his chin. "You were. And I liked it. You looked so pathetic when we kissed over you."
They both kissed again—slow, deep, messy—right in front of him. And when they broke apart, Kade's cock twitched again, uselessly.
Mirabel's gaze dropped, and she smirked. "Look at that. Still hard? Poor thing."
Janelle giggled and leaned down to whisper in his ear, "Do you want more?"
He nodded helplessly.
"Oh, baby… we're just getting started."
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To be continued