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**Preston**

I can’t look away. Slater giving orders to the others is so sexy. I will not listen to commands the same again after this. My mind will do to that deep, smokey lustful tone of his voice that has me wanting to surrender everything I own to him. I’d give him my kid if ask me for him with that vocal sound.

I want to touch more than just myself. For the first time in my life, I want to run my hands down another man’s body while Artemis looks at me with those seductive bedroom eyes of hers. The phone moves and I’m watching her as Razz kisses her before he slides into her glistening pussy. Ronin got her dripping. When they break, Camden’s lips are mere inches from theirs. Her gaze becomes more heated. She winds her hands around both their necks; I want them to kiss as much as she does.

“Kiss one another,” Slater demands, and I am silently thanking. All three of them have tongues tangling together. My strokes are becoming longer as I squeeze my cock tighter. “Diosa, do what you want,” he orders again.

A brief smirk curves her mouth before she kisses Razz, revering him up as his thrust becomes deeper and more rapid. When she orgasms, it’s his name, but then she pulls Camden to her, kissing him. As Razz looks like he is about to cum, she pulls his head to her for a kiss, but it’s Camden he ends up kissing. It’s Camden’s mouth he is groaning into. Artemis looks thrilled with this. She likes the men engaging with one another and not just her.

This makes me curious about what kissing one of them would like. He does Camden’s beard feel against the neck as he kisses just behind the ear like he is doing to Artemis now. What would it be like to sandwich against Artemis's supple body and the hard plans of the other men? I want desperately to know.

“Come to me Razz,” Slater demands. I watch as Razz stands between his outstretched legs. He crooks a finger, beginning him to come closer. When he leans in, Slater’s hand snakes around the bottom of his jaw, holding him in a punishing grip so he can’t escape. “Muy bien mi frambuesa,” he whispers before pulling him, so their lips meet. At first, Razz is stiff, but then he relaxes into Slater. His hands roam Slater’s shirt-covered chest. Slater stiffens. His free hand snatches both wrists. He releases Razz’s chin. “No tocas a menos que you lo diga,” he hisses out in Spanish angrily.

Razz looks wounded for a moment before his face turns thunderous. “How the fuck was I supposed to know that when you kissed me first?” He snarls.

“Hold up! Can someone translate for the gringo, please?” I’m missing something here.

The phone turns, and it’s Ronin who has been steadily holding it. “Slater said, ‘You don’t touch unless I say so.’ Razz didn’t know. Now we do.”

“Okay. That makes sense, given what I’ve read in Slater’s file,” I respond calmly. “Heads up, the new kid Ash would probably respond out of fear and not violence if you touch him without asking first.”

“He does,” Camden pipes up.

“Okay, Artemis, little help with the Hispanic dream boat here,” I suggest.

Artemis adjusts, so that she is facing him. “I’m going to touch you, Papi.” He nods to her, his eyes never leaving Ronin while he holds his wrists in a bruising grip. She touches his arm. “Let go of Razz, Slay. You didn’t tell them before we got started.”

He releases the man, and then she straddles Slayer. She lifts her hips and lines him up with her core. She lowers herself on him and they groan. “Papi, you feel so good.” She kisses him and he relaxes instantly. His hands grip her hips as he helps her move up and down his length. She rides him slowly until Slater takes over the speed, meeting her hips with his until she shouts his name, and he gasps hers. When they are done, they kiss and then he slaps her ass. “You’re such a good girl, Diosa.”

“I know. Now, can it have the other two together? Por favor, Papi,” she pleads, jutting out her bottom lip.

“Plateado only gets his spankings if he can make Camden and Artemis cum together without cumming himself,” Slater says.

“It will not take much more to have me cumming in my hand,” I reply.

“That’s okay. I plan on making Ronin cum when I redden his ass,” Slater replies.

“I want to see that too,” I rush out.

“Lo harás, pequeño jefe. You will,” he promises.

The phone moves, I’m guessing, handed off to either Razz or Slater.