Chapter 27

Later, we found ourselves in the playroom again, the lights low, the air heavy with sweat and sex and that electric anticipation that always seemed to hum louder when Eva was near.

Mia lay on her back across the center of the group bed, her golden braids fanned out against the pillows. Her arms braced behind her, elbows propping her up just enough to watch what was about to happen. She was already flushed and gleaming, legs parted slightly, her breath quick.

Behind her, Eva knelt—calm, grounded, powerful. Her palms slid slowly over Mia’s shoulders, then down her arms, her touch reverent but purposeful.

“You look divine like this,” Eva murmured in Mia’s ear, her voice low and velvet-smooth. “Open your legs for me, sweetheart.”

Mia obeyed without a word.

Eva ran her hands down the younger woman’s body—over her ribs, across her stomach, then gently between her thighs. She used her thumbs to part Mia’s slick lips, exposing the swollen, glistening heat between them. Mia let out a soft moan, hips twitching in response.

Carl stepped forward, fully hard, eyes locked on the sight of his wife spreading Mia open for him like a gift.

“She’s ready for you,” Eva said, tilting her head and glancing back at her husband with a knowing smirk. “Take her.”

Carl moved between Mia’s legs without hesitation. Eva didn’t move away—she stayed right there, still holding Mia open as Carl lined up and pushed inside in one slow, steady thrust.

“Fuck—” Mia gasped, her head falling back as her body arched. “Yes ... just like that...”

Carl started to move—deep, hard thrusts that filled the room with wet, rhythmic sounds. Each time he drove into her, Mia let out another delicious little cry, high and breathy.

Behind her, Eva reached around and cupped both of Mia’s breasts, her fingers finding those soft, sensitive nipples and rolling them between them with expert pressure. Mia shivered, moaned louder.

“You love this, don’t you?” Eva whispered into her ear, biting it gently.

“Yes,” Mia panted. “God—yes, I do.”

Eva leaned in closer and, without warning, spat—a thick, wet string of saliva landing right across Mia’s cheek and down her jaw.

Mia gasped again, not in shock, but in bliss. Her eyes fluttered. Her mouth opened.

Eva spat again—this time right into her open mouth.

Mia swallowed greedily.

Carl growled, hips pistoning faster now, his hands gripping Mia’s thighs tight. Eva’s fingers pinched harder, tugged, teased, as she stared down at the girl between her arms.

“Such a beautiful mess,” Eva murmured, spitting again—this time on Mia’s chest, letting it drip down between her flushed tits as they bounced under her touch.

Mia’s moans were constant now, her body trembling from the overload—hard cock, soft hands, wet spit, deep love. She was utterly consumed.

Carl buried himself to the hilt and let out a strangled groan. “Fuck—Mia—so tight—”

“Don’t hold back,” Eva purred, pinching Mia’s nipples hard enough to make her cry out. “She wants all of it.”

Mia screamed her pleasure as her climax took her—wild, unfiltered, pure.

Carl came with a grunt, pulsing deep inside her, and Eva just kept stroking, licking Mia’s neck, whispering praise and filth and everything in between.

When it was over, Mia collapsed back fully on the bed, soaked and smiling, breathless and beaming.

Eva kissed her cheek—right where she’d spat earlier—and whispered, “Good girl.”

Carl pulled out slowly, his cock slick and glistening with Mia’s cum. She whimpered, hips twitching, eyes glassy with aftershock. But before she could even settle, Fab stepped in.

God. Fab.

He looked like he was carved from midnight—tall, broad, muscles flexing as he gripped his cock and lined up between Mia’s trembling thighs. She looked up at him, lips parted, nodding fast like she needed him.

“Yes,” she whispered. “Give it to me.”

He pushed in. One long, deep thrust—and Mia cried out, her body jolting as that thick shaft filled her completely.

“Holy fuck,” I muttered, barely breathing.

Fab started moving. Hard. Smooth. Controlled. The kind of rhythm that came from total confidence. He held Mia like she weighed nothing, driving into her while she clawed at the sheets, gasping, shuddering.

And me? I stepped in behind him, unable to stop myself. I reached out and grabbed his ass—those perfect, powerful glutes flexing with every thrust—and just held on, fingers digging in. I let my hand slide down to the base of his cock, where he was splitting Mia open. It was slick and hot and so fucking perfect.

“Keep touching me,” Fab growled, not slowing down. “She loves being watched.”

Mia moaned, louder this time—high and broken. Her back arched, and her thighs shook with every impact. Ellie crawled up beside her and latched onto her nipple, sucking slow and deep, her hand teasing the other like it belonged to her.

And Eva—God, Eva—was still behind Mia, kneeling calmly like a queen. She leaned over and cupped Mia’s chin, tilting her face up. Then she spit—slow and wet—right into Mia’s open mouth.

Mia didn’t flinch. She swallowed greedily, eyes fluttering. Eva spat again, this time messier, letting it drip down Mia’s cheek.

“Good girl,” Eva murmured, tracing her finger through the spit and pressing it to Mia’s lips. “Take everything. You’re doing so well.”

It was filthy. Beautiful. Worshipful.

Mia was shaking all over now. Fab was pounding her, Ellie was moaning around her nipple, and Eva kept feeding her spit like it was sacred.

I couldn’t stop staring.

“Let go,” Eva whispered again. “Come for us.”

And Mia screamed. Her whole body convulsed, legs kicking, hands fisting the sheets as her orgasm tore through her like a wave. Fab grunted, slowed for a second—then kept going, not done yet.

And me? My cock was throbbing, my hands were shaking, and I was so turned on I could barely see straight.

Fab finally slowed, his chest rising and falling, cock gleaming as he pulled out. Mia whimpered—not from pain, but from emptiness.

She was wrecked. Shaking. Glowing. Her pussy was swollen, dripping, twitching with every little aftershock.

But she wasn’t done. None of us were done.

Kari stepped forward, naked and radiant, her body slick with sweat, her eyes locked on Mia like a lioness who’d just spotted the final twitch of prey.

“My turn,” she said simply.

Mia blinked up at her, dazed, nodding without words. Kari didn’t wait.

She knelt between Mia’s legs, pushed them apart wider, and lowered her face into that mess of spit, cum, and heat like she was starving. Her mouth locked onto Mia’s clit and sucked—hard.

Mia screamed.

Kari didn’t give her a second to think. Her fingers dove in—two, then three—sliding into that wrecked little pussy like they belonged there. She fucked her with her hand while her tongue worked tight, brutal circles on her clit, like she was trying to break her.

Mia twisted on the bed, gasping, grabbing fistfuls of sheets, of Ellie, of anything. Her body couldn’t keep up.

“Kari—oh my god—I—I can’t—”