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his cock and held her head there, not forcing her down onto him like the others had. Elle’s breath hitched in her chest; she knew what was coming.
    She closed her eyes and mentally tried to brace herself, but there was no possible preparation for what followed. He tightened his grip on her, then rammed into her mouth and throat, fast, unforgiving. It was far more difficult to breathe; at least when Cunningham’s girth filled her airway, it was more or less constant. This frantic, frenzied jackhammering was pure torture, and as such, absolute bliss for the submissive in her.
    At last he slowed and stopped, then let her go. Only then did she realize that the chauffeur had brought the car to a halt, and that they were in front of her apartment building.
    “Turn around and pull up your dress,” Nolan ordered.  
    She raised her eyes to Cunningham’s, hoping he would countermand Nolan’s order, but no such relief was coming… in fact, his expression suggested he didn’t appreciate her looking to him for a reprieve.
    Stifling a little sigh, she wiped her mouth and turned. It took some doing to get the dress worked up over her hips while she was bent over in the cramped car, but she managed. She waited silently for the next order, feeling stupid as she hovered there with only her thin, soaked panties covering her pussy.
    Jonathan pulled her to him. He gathered up her panties and ripped them between his strong hands, then lowered her onto his lap. His cock skimmed along her clit, making her quiver.  
    He pulled her back, wrapping his arms around her and holding her close. His breath sent tingles along her skin that collected between her legs and intensified. With his length pressed firmly along her folds, she could feel his cock pulsing.
    “We’ve decided that because of the importance of tonight, we’re each going to pump you full of come,” he said. His deep voice vibrated where her back touched his chest. “Filling you seems an appropriate way to end the evening. Understood?”
    “Yes, Jonathan.”  
    The men eased their stiff erections into their pants. “We’ll be back in an hour or so,” Cunningham told the driver, who quickly got out and opened the door.  
    Nolan slid out, then Cunningham, who shrugged out of his tuxedo jacket. Aware of her naked lower body, Elle hesitated to move toward the door, but Cunningham extended his hand to her, and she crawled toward him, her knees sliding over the sleek, luxurious seats.  
    Cunningham deftly wrapped the jacket around her shoulders. He was so much larger than she was that it covered her ass and then some. She wrapped it as tightly around her as she could and stepped into his waiting embrace.  
    “My place is a mess,” Elle confessed. And it probably smelled like the pile of orange peels she’d left on the counter a few days earlier.
    “We don’t care,” Jonathan said. He leaned in, his eyes full of mischief. “We’re hard and you’re wet. The sky could fall and we wouldn’t notice.”
    “Speak for yourself,” Nolan said. “Not all of us are ruled by our dicks.”
    Cunningham propelled her toward the door while Nolan dug her keys out of the rhinestone-covered purse. As they walked through the halls, she noticed the scuffed walls, the stains spotting the carpet, and she was painfully aware of how mediocre her home was compared to the places her boyfriends owned.  
    When the door to the apartment was finally closed behind them, Jonathan tore the jacket from her body in a brusque movement that made her gasp and reflexively throw her hands up to cover her slick and naked lower half.
    He was always horny, Jonathan, but usually he was too sophisticated to tear away her clothing. Now he looked brutally ravenous. She shifted, feeling exposed, but no matter how she tried to hide herself, she felt his eyes devouring her.
    Cunningham pulled her to the bedroom, the others close on their heels. He lowered her on the rumpled bed and stepped back while he took out