David had cleared the condo for the night—no group planning, no spreadsheets, no empire trics on the big screen. Just the low lamp in the bedroom casting a warm golden pool across the king bed, fresh sheets, and the balcony doors cracked to let in the faint city breeze. The empire could wait a few hours. Tonight was for Victoria.
She arrived at 8:02 p.m.—erald silk slip dress that clung to every curve, the fabric so thin her dark nipples were already visible through it, no bra, no panties as instructed. Her long dark hair fell in loose waves, lips freshly glossed, eyes dark with that mix of hunger and quiet surrender that had only deepened since her first night.
The mont the door closed she walked straight to him, pressing her body against his without a word. "Caleb is still in etings," she whispered, voice already husky. "He thinks I’m at a charity planning session. He barely looked at when he left. All I could think about was you."
David cupped her face and kissed her—slow at first, then deeper, claiming. She moaned softly into his mouth, hands sliding under his shirt to trace the lines of his chest and abs, body trembling with need.
He walked her backward to the bedroom without breaking the kiss. The erald slip dress slipped off one shoulder as they moved. He pulled the thin straps down slowly, letting the fabric pool at her feet. She stood naked before him—full breasts rising and falling with each quick breath, dark nipples hard and begging, flat stomach quivering, hips curved, thighs already slick with arousal.
"Show ," he said quietly.
Victoria bit her lip, reached down, and spread her thighs wide on the edge of the bed. Her pussy glistened—swollen, slick, clit peeking out, dark folds flushed and wet.
"Been like this since the pitch eting," she breathed. "Caleb was yelling in the car about the investors. I smiled and thought of you stretching while he was distracted."
David knelt between her legs. Kissed her inner thigh—slow, deliberate—then the other. Blew cool air over her clit. She whimpered—hips bucking.
He licked once—long, flat stroke from entrance to clit. She gasped—back arching off the mattress.
"Better than Caleb?"
"Fuck—yes—he’s small—gentle—cos too fast—I fake every orgasm—think of you every single ti—"
He ate her ravenously—tongue circling her clit in tight spirals, sucking gently then harder, two fingers sliding inside, curling against her front wall with steady pressure. She rocked against his face—moaning brokenly, hands fisting the sheets.
"Tell more."
"He never eats —says it’s too much work—I lie there frustrated after he rolls over—touch myself thinking about your mouth—"
He sucked her clit hard. She shattered—sudden, violent. Squirting across his chin and chest, thighs trembling uncontrollably, a sharp cry tearing from her throat. He didn’t stop—kept licking through the aftershocks, fingers stroking slow until she was whining, oversensitive, pushing weakly at his head.
"David—please—too much—"
He rose—unzipped. Cock thick, hard, veins standing out, pre-cum beading at the tip. Rubbed the head through her soaked folds—coating himself, teasing her entrance.
"Beg."
"Please—fuck —fill —ruin for him—breed while he’s in his etings—"
He slamd in—one brutal thrust. Buried to the hilt. She scread—pleasure-pain, nails digging into his shoulders.
"Fuck—yes—so full—so deep—stretching like he never could—"
He pounded—deep, rhythmic. Bed creaking under them. Her breasts bouncing freely. He grabbed one—squeezed hard, rolled the nipple between his fingers while thrusting. She ca again—clamping around him, squirting down his shaft and onto the sheets.
"Tell ."
"He’s nothing—small—boring—I fake everything—you own this pussy—fuck—"
He angled deeper—hit her spot over and over. She ca a third ti—violent, whole body convulsing, pussy milking him greedily. He didn’t stop—railed through it, balls tightening.
Flipped her onto her stomach—ass up, face pressed to the sheets. Slamd back in from behind. Spanked her ass—hard. Red handprint blood on tan skin.
"Beg for it."
"Please—fill —breed —make carry your baby while Caleb thinks I’m at charity planning—"
He pounded faster—deep, punishing strokes. Balls slapping her clit wetly. She reached back—rubbed her clit furiously while he railed her.
Ca again—screaming into the pillow, pussy clamping like a vice, squirting hard onto the mattress.
He buried deep—groaned loud. Ca hard—thick, endless pulses flooding her. She whimpered—clenching, drawing out every drop, body shaking with aftershocks.
He stayed inside her—twitching, leaking—then pulled out slow. Watched his cum drip from her swollen pussy—thick white trails down her thighs.
She rolled over—breathless, wrecked. Pulled him down for a slow, filthy kiss—tasting herself on his tongue.
"Again?" she whispered.
He laughed low. "All night."
They fucked for hours.
Second round: her riding him—slow, grinding rolls at first, then frantic bouncing, tits in his face. He sucked her nipples while she rode—moaning how Caleb never lasted long enough for her to co on top. She shattered twice—squirting across his stomach—before he flipped her, finished in missionary—flooding her again.
Third: prone-bone on the rug—face down, ass up. Slow, deep thrusts. Whispering in her ear how she’d never go back to Caleb’s bed. She begged—sobbing with pleasure—ca so hard she squirted onto the floor. He pulled out at the last second—ca across her ass, watched it run down her skin.
Fourth: shower. Bent her over—fucked her against the tile. Water cascading. She ca quietly—whispering his na like prayer. He filled her one last ti—slow pulses—then held her as she trembled.
Fifth: back on the bed. Missionary again—slow, eye-locked, deep. She ca hard—squirting, begging to be bred. He flooded her—deep, claiming.
They collapsed—sweaty, tangled, breathing ragged. She curled against his chest—hand tracing lazy circles on his stomach.
"I’m yours," she whispered. "Caleb is nothing. The pitch is ours because of you."
David stroked her hair. "Good girl. We’ll take the whole round. The empire takes care of its own."
Codex pinged softly in the dark:
[Victoria – Loyalty: 100%. Full Claim Reinforced.]
[Cash Deposit: $135,000 – "Pitch Follow-Up Funding Round Leverage Bonus."]
[Liquid Net Worth: $2,064,342]
[Harem Loyalty Average: 100%. All Seven Fully Locked.]
[New Passive: "Locked Circle (Lv.1)" – All seven wives grant permanent 25% reduction in husband suspicion growth rate.]
Group chat lit up as they lay there:
Elena 🔥: How was she?
Sophia: Brian’s diation fallout ongoing. Shields holding.
Lauren: Derek’s texts increasing. Hedge fee posted.
Nadia: Ethan’s asking questions. diator tomorrow.
Priya: Raj distracted. Fee posted.
Rebecca: Condo keys ready. When’s my turn?
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