Just moans, desperate sounds. Her nails dug into the arms of the chair. Her hips bucked against the mouth on her clit. The fingers inside her were relentless.

Xavier didn’t stop them. He held her in place.

“You’re gonna cum, angel,” he said, sipping champagne like this was a fucking opera. “You’re gonna cum so hard, you’ll squirt all over their hands. And then I’ll make you wear it.”

Sky thrashed. Legs shaking.

“I…I’m…l can’t..”

“Do it.”

She shattered.

Her scream echoed off the marble.

Her body locked up, and she squirted.

Hard.

Spraying across the man’s fingers. Down her thighs. Over the dress. Onto Xavier’s legs. The men froze,...