Epilogue #2
But ultimately, I was proud of the way Harrison had handled the scandal, and how he was navigating the fallout. Most men in his position would’ve let their egos get to them, would have thrown tantrums and burned the world down rather than step down from power, even temporarily.
I guess he wasn’t like the other billionaires.
*
In the blink of an eye, three months had passed since the Blackstone it was Harrison bending forward, sucking on my nipple, his thick hair brushing against my bare skin.
I took a moment to savor the feeling of the three of them pleasuring me at the same time, like a team.
I was close to coming again, this time from Rafael’s jackhammering in my pussy, when Harrison said, “I can’t wait. Let me have a turn.”
Rafael chuckled. “You got it, boss. Won’t last much longer without you taking over.”
Harrison must have been undressing all this time, because when I opened my eyes, he was nude. He shouldered alongside Rafael, and I felt one dick slide out of me before quickly being replaced with the new one.
“There it is,” Harrison moaned. “What I’ve been thinking about for the past week.”
“You were with me two nights ago,” I managed to grit out as he began fucking me.
“And that didn’t stop me from thinking about you,” he replied. “Wanting you more.”
Harrison and Rafael were different lengths and widths, but felt amazing in their own ways. The difference in their hardware was exciting when experienced mere seconds apart.
I dragged my fingernails along his chest, admiring his muscle as he drove into me steadily.
His hair fell across his face as he rolled his head in ecstasy, then brushed it away and locked eyes on me while gripping my waist to give him leverage.
Underneath me, I felt the desk rocking ever so slightly with every pulsing thrust.
Lucien bent back down to kiss me, tongue dancing wetly with mine.
“My turn again,” Rafael said possessively a few seconds longer.