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sucking on her nipples as
she made her way down. Blue’s back arched as soon as Red pushed her
tongue inside her pussy. My cock hardened.
    Yes. This was what I needed.
    Blue was getting off on this. And I was
getting off on her. I moved my hand up and down, up and down as I
watched Red eat out Blue. Her breathing quickened. She grabbed the
bedspread, twisting it in her hands.
    She was close. I was getting there. Blue’s
mouth opened, and her body went rigid. Her head snapped back when
she came.
    “ Come here, now,” I ordered.
Red scrambled up and hurried over. Still jerking my dick with one
hand, I reached out with the other and grabbed Red’s wrist. I
pulled her down to her knees, opening my legs. She fit right
between, putting her hands on my thighs. I kept the momentum going
until her warm mouth closed around the tip of my dick.
    I let go and grabbed handfuls of her hair. I
tipped my head back. Red was good. She took me in her mouth and
down her throat. She moved fast, sucking hard, then let up. She
cupped my balls and slipped one finger toward my asshole but didn’t
stick it inside.
    The tease turned me on.
    I pushed her head down. I was ready to come.
I wanted to come. She closed her lips around me and sucked hard as
I came. I held her head down, keeping her mouth on my cock as it
pulsed.
    My heart had sped up and the blowjob was
good, but it still felt forced. I sighed and let go of Red’s hair.
She swallowed, batting her eyes and smiling at me.
    “ Go,” I said, dismissing the
girls. They looked a little taken back by my urgency to see them
leave. They had done their job; they weren’t needed
anymore.
    I stood while they got dressed, striding into
the bathroom. I turned on the shower and sighed. There was a time
when I could feel turned on just by looking at any girl. I could
blow a load in any pussy and enjoy the fuck out of fucking.
    Maybe I’d fucked too many girls. Now they all
seemed the same. All bending too easily, doing whatever they were
told. No one was a challenge. I missed that. I glanced in the
mirror before stripping out of my clothes.
    I was a good-looking man, and I say that not
to boast, but honestly. I had tan skin, dark hair, and dark eyes. I
looked like my father. I inherited more than my chick-magnet good
looks from him; I inherited his drug and weapon empire.
    And money.
    A fucking lot of money. I had multiple
houses, expensive cars, staff to wait on me, and the best of
everything. Inheriting my last name was one of the best things I
took from my father.
    And sometimes the worst.
    We, the Calaveras, were revered in Mexico.
Our “family business” went back several generations. It had grown
the most during my father’s time. I felt the pressure to uphold our
name and keep the money coming in now that I was the boss.
    It was stressful. Nobody told me that. No one
warned me that everything fell on me, that I had to make sure
things ran according to plan, to look for rats, that trusting
anyone was a risk.
    That was half of the reason I was here. This
house, one of the many I owned, was my favorite. It was the
smallest of the three but was in my hometown of Zihuatanejo. I felt
at home. My mother’s grandparents had lived here, in a shitty-ass
cottage on a wooded cliff that overlooked the ocean.
    The house became even shittier until it was
condemned. I bought it just for the property. I had the thing
demolished and built the new house instead.
    I quickly showered then went to the balcony
off the master bedroom. The ocean view alone was what had made me
go through the trouble of rebuilding on this piece of property. I
could watch the waves for hours. I could stare at the dark water
and forget everything if just for a moment. I liked being out on
the water, seeing nothing but blue around me and feeling like
nothing and nobody could catch me.
    The sun was setting, reflecting a rainbow of
brilliant colors onto the water, and I was hungry. I’d spent the
day on the phone, making deals and