Elena’s POV

“Don’t you dare come yet, Daniel,” I whispered. “We haven’t even started the main event.”

Carmen pulled back from his mouth. He was breathing hard, lips wet, eyes searching for me even though I was still behind him. Ivy’s hand stayed on his cock, slow strokes, keeping him hard without pushing him over. Sasha’s fingers rested on his chest, light now, waiting.

I let go of his jaw and stepped back just enough to see all three of them around him.

“Main event starts now,” I said.

Ivy rose higher on her knees, swung a leg over his lap, and pushed him back until he was more fully...