Chapter 7: Ovulation Week Marathon

The marathon had reached its fever pitch. Hours of relentless fucking had left the silk sheets soaked, the air heavy with the mingled scents of cum, sweat, and candle smoke. Victoria’s body glowed with exertion and satisfaction—her skin flushed, nipples dark and swollen from attention, pussy slick and puffy from countless loads.

She was far from finished.

“Both of you,” she commanded, voice breathy but absolute. “Inside my pussy. At the same time. I want to feel two cocks stretching me while Grandpa watches.”

Richard and Victor exchanged a heated glance—rivalry momentarily suspended by raw, shared hunger.

Victor lay back first, his elegant frame stretched out on the bed, cock standing proud and uncut, foreskin retracted to reveal the glossy head still leaking from earlier rounds. Victoria straddled him slowly, sinking down onto his length with a long, shuddering moan. His familiar rolling grind began immediately, hips undulating in those perfect waves that made her clit throb against him.

“Ti amo, tesoro,” he whispered, hands sliding up her thighs to guide her rhythm.

Richard knelt between their spread legs, his thick, curved cock heavy in his hand. At 48, he was all prime power—broad chest heaving, hazel eyes locked on where Victor disappeared inside her.