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last few buttons. Jane chuckled and shrugged the fabric off her shoulders, and then let him unhook the front closure of her bra, her full breasts bouncing into view, the rosy nipples tight and eminently suckable.
    “Cold?” he asked.
    “No,” breathed Jane, “I probably should be.”
    Wes cupped her breasts, stroking the tight nipples.
    “Trust me?”
    Jane only hesitated for a moment, and then nodded. Wes tugged her nipples lightly in approval, and Jane gasped.
    “What are you going to do?”
    “Indulge your naughty inner pervert,” he smirked, turning her around.
     
    JANE GASPED AS WES gripped her waist and she felt her feet leave the ground. They levitated up to the little window, and Jane let out a moan as Wes pressed her tight nipples against the cold metal. Suddenly naked, he settled behind her at the perfect height to rub his cock against her ass.
    “Now, I told you that the magical community has fewer hang-ups about sex than humans do. I would never make you participate if you’re not comfortable with that, but since you seem to enjoy watching…”
    He kissed her shoulder and guided her face to the window.
    “Watch them while I take you, Jane,” he growled.
    Jane was shocked. And aroused. Did she want this?
    Oh, yeah.
    Wes spread her legs and Jane was surprised to find that they stayed where he put them, suspended wide in the air, opening her folds. Her pussy was as hot and greedy for him as though she hadn’t come like a rocket a few minutes ago. Wes snuggled the hot head of his dick against her opening.
    “We need a condom,” said Jane.
    “No, we don’t. You’re protected, baby. Trust me, remember?”
    Jane nodded, pressing her hands against the door as Wes started pushing in, so big and so hot. She bit her lip at the sensation as he slowly filled her.
    “Watch, Jane. Tell me what you see. What you like.”
    Jane tried to focus, nearly impossible as the thick flesh impaled her, so turned on she could barely think. Sex with That Cheating Bastard had been not bad at best. This was on a whole different scale. A Wes Proctor scale. Epic. Off the charts. She noticed he’d stopped moving, halfway in.
    “Wes!”
    She wriggled and he groaned, but grabbed her hips to hold her steady.
    “I want to hear you, Jane. Talk to me.”
    Jane bit her lip and turned her attention to the orgy going on in the kitchen. Her eyes lit on an erotic tableau playing out on a metal prep table.
    “There’s a…woman. Voluptuous. She’s on her knees. Her wrists are tied above her and it looks like her thighs are tied, too. Are those wings?”
    “Pixie,” informed Wes, and he jerked his hips, embedding his cock to the hilt.
    Jane cried out, and he soothed her, his hands drifting up to cup her breasts, warming her nipples with his palms.
    “What’s she doing?” he murmured, his voice a rough growl in her ear.
    “There’s a…a warlock in front of her. He’s licking her breasts. And behind her…a satyr?”
    “Satyrs have incredibly large cocks,” said Wes helpfully, and nipped her earlobe as he started to thrust, slow and deep, as though he had all the time in the world.
    As though he wasn’t driving me out of my freaking mind.
    “He’s taking her,” said Jane, caught up in the visual and the hard press of Wes in and around her, “Oh my God, Wes, he’s huge. He’s taking her ass! How is that possible?”
    Wes laughed, but it was strained, and she felt the power of his thrusts increase, his balls slapping against her with every surge and retreat. It felt incredible, and Jane realized that she could give him this. He was willing to give up the exhibitionist side of his world for her. In exchange, she could fuel his fantasy life from time to time, and her own. Jane let her voice get breathy, her tone seductive.
    “The warlock is standing on the table now. God, look at that cock. It’s almost as big as yours. He’s pressing it against her lips. She’s opening her mouth. Mmm…she’s sucking it. That looks