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Lawson didn't resist. He stood perfectly still in the dark doorway and let the unfamiliar hands take control.
A sharp, sudden gasp cut through the silence.
"Blake, what exactly is the game plan here?"
"Don't be so impatient, Lawson," Blake's voice teased from somewhere in the room, sweet and mischievous.
The hands gently guided him forward until the backs of his knees hit the sofa. He sat. Almost immediately, something warm and wet traced a slow, teasing line along the underside of his rapidly hardening cock, making him twitch.
"Blake, seriously — what are you doing?"
"Just relax and enjoy it, Lawson. Don't overthink it," Blake whispered right behind him, her soft, pillowy breasts pressing against the back of his neck as her fingers started a slow, heavenly scalp massage.
Lawson's brain short-circuited.
If Blake is behind the sofa… then who the hell is between my legs?
He reached out blindly. His hand instantly filled with a massive, heavy breast — soft, warm, and unmistakably familiar. The same ones he'd accidentally grabbed once before.
His expression turned comically stunned.
What the fuck is going on today? Why are all the women in my life suddenly teaming up on me?
Before he could process anything, the woman kneeling in front of him leaned in and took him into her mouth with eager hunger.
Lawson let out a low, heavy groan. He sank back into the cushions and decided to turn his brain completely off.
Blake stood dutifully behind the sofa, giving him the most incredible scalp massage while the mystery woman — Daisy — worked his thick cock with wet, sloppy devotion. She sucked him deep, tongue swirling around the head, moaning softly around his length as if she'd been waiting months for this.
It was pure luxury.
A few minutes later the weight on his lap shifted.
Daisy climbed on top of him, straddling his hips. The moment her soaked pussy kissed the head of his cock, Lawson realized he was dealing with a heavyweight. The sheer core strength and athletic power pressing down on him was no joke.
He was facing a legitimate threat.
After the brutal two-on-one war with Svafa and Sofia earlier that day, his reserves were already taxed. The Iron Man Trump Card gave him endless stamina, but even he had limits.
He sharpened his focus. If he underperformed now, Daisy would never let him live it down.
"Lawson…" she whispered hotly against his ear, biting his lobe. "You aren't nearly as tough as Blake made you sound."
That was all it took.
Lawson ripped the silk blindfold off in one violent motion. Blinking in the dim light, he stared up at a heavily flushed, heavily breathing Daisy.
"You ready?" His eyes turned dark and dangerous. "Because the warm-up is over."
Daisy's pupils blew wide. "Wait, what—Holy shit!"
He didn't hold back.
He grabbed her thick hips and slammed her down onto his cock in one brutal thrust, burying himself to the hilt. Daisy's head flew back with a choked cry as he immediately set a punishing rhythm — hard, deep, relentless strokes that made her massive tits bounce wildly.
Daisy was an absolute physical specimen, her raw strength possibly even greater than Svafa's, but against Lawson's savage pace her defenses crumbled fast. She tried to fight back, grinding and riding him with everything she had, but he simply overpowered her, fucking up into her with brutal force.
From the sidelines, Blake watched with wide, terrified eyes.
Lawson was always so gentle and patient with her. This was the first time she'd ever seen him fuck like a complete savage.
"Lawson, take it easy! You're going to hurt her!" Blake pleaded.
He eased off just a fraction.
But Daisy snarled, eyes glassy and defiant. "Fuck that! Blake, I'm fine!" She glared down at him, stubborn and wild. "Is that all you've got, Lawson?! I'm not scared of you!"
Green light.
Lawson removed every single limiter.
He flipped her onto her back on the sofa, hooked her legs over his shoulders, and pounded into her with merciless force. Daisy's screams turned into broken, desperate moans as he railed her senseless. Her powerful body shook violently with every thrust, her massive tits jiggling, pussy clenching around him like a vice.
"F-fuck… Lawson… too deep—ahh!"
She came hard, squirting around his cock, but he didn't stop. He kept hammering her through it, forcing her straight into a second, even stronger orgasm. Daisy's eyes rolled back, body convulsing, until she finally short-circuited — convulsing violently, skin flushed dark crimson like a boiled lobster, breathing shallow and ragged as she passed out cold from pure sensory overload.
Blake panicked. "Lawson! Is she okay?!"
He quickly checked her — airway, pulse, heart rate — all good.
"She's fine," he reassured her with a soft smile. "Just overloaded."
Blake sighed in relief, then looked down at herself nervously.
"Lawson… I…"
"Don't worry, baby," he said gently, pulling her into his arms. "I'll be gentle with you."
He had to be. After the afternoon gauntlet with Svafa and Sofia, plus the savage fucking he'd just given Daisy, he desperately needed a slower, more tender pace. Blake's fragile little body was exactly what he needed.
Blake melted, deeply moved that he was holding back just for her comfort.
"Thank you, Lawson," she whispered, kissing him sweetly. "Love me."
He laid her down carefully on the sofa and slid into her with slow, deep strokes. Blake moaned softly, wrapping her arms and legs around him as he made love to her tenderly — long, sensual thrusts that hit every perfect spot inside her.
She came twice under his gentle guidance, trembling and whimpering his name, before he finally let himself finish deep inside her with a low groan.
By the end of the night, Lawson carried both unconscious women — Daisy still out cold, Blake softly snoring in his arms — into the bedroom, laid them gently on the mattress, and collapsed between them.
It was too much.
He really needed to work on his time management… or he was going to end up a hollowed-out husk.
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The Morning After
Lawson had no idea how long he'd been asleep when his phone started ringing frantically.
He reached for it blindly and accidentally grabbed a handful of soft, warm breast instead. A sleepy groan sounded beside him.
"Blake… Daisy… someone hand me my phone."
A phone was slapped into his palm. He squinted at the screen — Brian calling.
Lawson sat up instantly, wide awake. He'd completely overslept.
"Brian?"
"Lawson! Jesus, are you okay?!" Brian sounded panicked.
"I'm fine. Just slept through my alarm."
"Thank God. I thought someone made you."
"Nothing like that," Lawson lied smoothly. "Just had way too much to drink last night."
"Too much to drink? Your tolerance is legendary."
Lawson chuckled. "Are you at the spot?"
"Yeah."
"Give me thirty minutes. I'm on my way."
He hung up and looked around the disaster zone of a bedroom. Daisy was still dead to the world, snoring softly. Blake was awake, watching him from under the covers with a shy, thoroughly satisfied smile.
Lawson checked the clock. Almost noon on a Friday.
"Blake, don't you have class today?"
Her eyes widened. "Oh my God! Daisy, wake up!"
He ignored the chaos and quickly threw on his tailored suit.
Blake tried desperately to wake her friend. Daisy was comatose. Even when Blake smacked her ass hard, the blonde didn't flinch.
"Blake, blunt force isn't going to work," Lawson said, adjusting his cuffs. "Just dump cold water on her."
Blake's eyes lit up. "Genius!"
Before she ran off, she noticed him struggling with his tie and rushed over. "Here, let me!"
She looped the silk, yanked hard — and nearly crushed his windpipe.
"Ack! Blake, wait!" He pried her hands away with a laugh. "Let me show you a proper Windsor knot."
Following his guidance, she finally tied a perfect knot.
"I got it!" she beamed. "I'm going to practice. Next time I'll do it perfectly!"
Lawson leaned down and kissed her softly. "I'm looking forward to it."
Blake melted, standing in the doorway with a lovestruck smile as he left.
A few minutes later she filled a cup with freezing water and dumped it straight onto Daisy's face.
"Gah! What the fuck, Blake?!"
"You're finally awake! Do you know what time it is?!"
Daisy wiped her face and collapsed back into the pillows, completely unfazed. "Skipping one class won't kill us. My whole body feels like it got hit by a Mack truck. I physically cannot walk."
Blake sympathized while cleaning up the living room. "I know the feeling. The first time I was alone with him I couldn't move the next day either. Thank God you were here last night. If I had to take all of that myself, I'd be in the hospital."
Daisy rolled over, her massive tits spilling out. "What are best friends for? But seriously… I had no idea Lawson was a machine. No wonder you couldn't handle him alone."
Blake shivered. "Turns out he's been holding back this whole time because I'm too fragile."
Daisy buried her face in Lawson's pillow, inhaling the scent of last night's activities with a happy sigh.
"Blake, call the school and tell them I'm sick. I'm not moving."
"Fine. I'll get ready and head out."
"You're the best! Mwah!"
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