“What’s got you all tense?” she murmured against my skin. “Relax, Sage. Let me touch you. I haven’t been able to see you for the past few nights. Bethany has taken up all of my time lately with this gala that she wants to host.”
I hated the mere sound of her name more and more every single time it rolled off Laila’s tongue. Bethany was her best friend in this family, but she was so fake, always trying to convince Laila that she needed to get lip fillers more often, needed to have a different hairstyle every damn week, or needed to get plastic surgery to look better.
I didn’t give a fuck about that stuff. Laila could do what she wanted with her body. I just hated that Bethany the Bitch had to make her feel less like herself. Laila would never admit that Bethany made her feel that way, but I could tell.
It was just something that I could pick up on.
Maybe I was just being a salty, jealous bitch, because Laila spent more time with her than she did me, and maybe… I was getting too close to Laila and Constantino, which was not in the contract.
All we agreed upon was me being their toy in exchange for one million dollars.
Not feelings.
After I forced myself to relax, Laila kissed down my neck again and continued to rub my pussy until it glistened with juices. I moaned and spread my legs a bit wider to give her better access. She was building me higher, quicker than she ever had.
I squeezed Laila’s hand harder, intertwining my fingers with hers and pushing away my developing feelings. To her, I was just a toy. I wasn’t a friend or a lover or the help. A simple toy she could use with her husband to get off.
Constantino sprawled a hand over each of our stomachs, forcing us to lie down next to each other. Once he crawled up toward us, he stuck his thumbs into our mouths to wetten them. Then he snaked his hands down our bodies to our pussy.
At the same time, he sunk three fingers in both of us and placed his thumbs on our clits, rubbing torturous circles against us as his fingers worked magic. I arched my back slightly, my pussy tightening around his fingers and the pressure building higher.
Laila squeezed my hand, and I glanced over at her. She stared at me with huge, lustful eyes and leaned over to place a hot and heated kiss right on my lips. When she slipped her tongue into my mouth, I clenched around Constantino.
“You girls both just got so tight for me,” he growled, curling his fingers faster over my g-spot. He leaned over and laid hot, wet kisses from Laila’s breasts to my own, gently tugging one of my nipples between his teeth. “You love playing with her, doll, don’t you?”
Laila moaned into my mouth, her fingers tightening around mine and her tongue moving faster. I clenched even harder, focusing on the immense pleasure building in my core. All Constantino had to do was…
Laila pushed at my entrance with two of her fingers and shoved them into me too. When she got deep, Constantino flicked my g-spot with his middle finger, and I arched my back and came on him. My body seized beside Laila, her kisses doing nothing but tipping me even harder over the edge. My pussy pulsed on his fingers.
Once I had come down from my high, Constantino pulled his fingers from my pussy and seized Laila’s waist to lift her. He turned her around and placed her on top of me, so she straddled my waist and her pussy laid flat on my stomach.
Constantino grabbed the backs of my thighs to pull us to the edge of the bed and to spread them wide. “Arch your back, doll,” he ordered Laila as she lowered her chest until it touched mine and pushed her hips further back. “And rub that clit against Sage’s.”
Heat rushed through my core. A moan slipped out of my lips as Laila bucked her hips back and forth, her pussy against mine and her nipples gliding against my chest. It drove me higher and higher, pushing me closer to the edge right to the brink of another orgasm.
When Constantino pushed himself inside me, I cried out in pleasure and captured one of Laila’s nipples between my teeth, sucking on her breasts. She threw her head back and moaned. Constantino released one of my legs and wrapped his large hand around the front of her throat, placing his mouth on hers.
He pushed into me over and over and over, sending me closer to the edge, and then he moaned into Laila’s mouth and stuck a few fingers into her pussy. She continued to grind her pussy against mine, the friction making me feel so fucking good.
Suddenly, Laila stiffened and screamed out. Her body trembled against mine, her hips bucking unintentionally and sending me over the edge once more. Constantino stilled inside me, gently biting down on his wife’s shoulder but his dark gaze focused on me as we all came.
When Laila collapsed on top of me, Constantino pulled out and picked his wife off the bed to set her on her feet. She clutched onto him tightly and pressed her thighs together the way I did after I came and couldn’t handle coming again right away.