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“It’s okay, princess,” I say, taking Jaxon’s place between her slack legs. “We’re going to take such good care of you. Give you your birthday orgasms, one after another.”

She whimpers as I run my index finger around her swollen clit, teasing but never quite touching. Jaxon leans in to kiss her mouth, stealing her focus for a second, until I fill her with two beckoning fingers, and her whole bodystiffens.

That’s it, Gracie. I’ve got you.

I palm my cock through my jeans, but it’s awkward, so I unzip and pull it out, dazed as I imagine sliding it into her tight, wet heat. She’s already slick enough to take me to the hilt in one measured thrust. Maybe an unmeasured one. My usual cool control is slipping as I lean in to lick her.

Jesus, she smells good. Sweet, musky, and familiar, like returning home.

I feel a hand on the back of my head and find Conway holding me where he wants me, guiding me to the task.

“That’s good, Harrison,” Conway praises. “Make her ready, then you can take her.”

I raise my head, lips slick, surprised that he wouldn’t want to take that privilege for himself.”

“Come on, now,” Conway urges. “Don’t leave her hangin’.”

“You ready for me?” I ask.

“Yeah,” she says.

Edging forward, I push my knees beneath her thighs and run the head of my dick between her pretty pussy lips, notching at her entrance. Her lips part, and she looks up at Conway, then back at me, totally sandwiched between us. He’s still holding her legs apart, still a part of what we’re doing here, keeping her grounded, maybe. I get why he feels it’s necessary in the face of the overwhelming number of men watching everything and waiting for their turn, and Grace’s tender emotions.

I slide my hands over the outside of her thighs and lean in to press a soft, lingering kiss to her lips. “Gracie,” I whisper as I slide inside her, groaning at how tight she is around me.

“Harrison,” she whispers back as I begin to move.

McCartney kneels next to Grace, lifting her hair and pressing a kiss against her lips.

“Is this okay?” he asks.

She smiles up at him, nodding. “Yes,” she whispers.

“Good girl,” Conway praises. “You’re taking Harrison so well.”

And she is. She really is. I get lost in the tight heat of her pussy, lost in the glazed look in her eyes when McCartney rucks up her tank, pushes up her bra, and sucks her nipple. Flames lick up my spine when Nash latches onto the other breast, and Grace has to close her eyes from the pleasure. Cody licks his finger and begins to circle her clit while I keep a slow, steady rhythm, wanting to last. Five men play with her body, teasing her higher and higher while four others watch.

“That’s it, Grace,” Dylan says. “You’re doing so well, taking so much.”

“Come, Gracie,” Jaxon murmurs. “Let us hear you come.”

“Fuck,” I growl as her body seizes and her back arches, pussy clamping down like a vice. McCartney kisses the orgasm from her lips, her body convulsing around mine and I spill inside her, writing a promise as deep as I can.

I’m yours,my body tells her.And you’re mine. And before the night is done, all my brothers and cousins will claim you, too.

I rest back on my haunches, stroking my dick until the last of my cum coats her labia, staring at our shared arousal leaking from inside her. I’m man number one. What’s she going to look like when man number eleven has filled her up?

A sticky, creamy, perfect mess.

I move aside, and Jaxon settles himself between Grace’s thighs, taking his time to slide inside her. The look on his face is one of pure bliss, and he takes a deep breath before looking at Conway.

“Okay, son,” Conway says. “Give her a good time.”

He rocks against her, slow and easy, his mouth on hers, her body pinned down by his, and then he moves faster, and her cries rise with him, her voice breaking.

Cody and Dylan stroke themselves through their pants, their gazes locked on the scene.

The second climax is louder, stronger, and Grace is panting, her hair fanned out, her skin glistening with sweat.