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"Fuck yes, baby."

He shucks his pants in the span of a breath. Adam retreats, and shit—I miss the wet heat of his mouth on my pussy immediately, but then I'm in motion. Sergio rolls onto his back, pulling me on top of him. He slips his fingers through my slick folds, then shoves two inside.

"He do a good job?" he asks. "Lick that pretty pussy nice and wet and open? He get you ready for me to fuck?"

I nod, out of my mind with how badly I need it.

"Good," Sergio says, and that's it. He pulls me down, sealing our lips together, and in the next instant, he lifts his dick, shoves it against me. One tug at my hips, and he's there.

I slide down on him with a groan, taking that hot, bare cock to the hilt in one stroke, and God, yes, that's what I needed.

"Fuck, Haley," he groans, kiss going sloppy. "Heaven, baby. So wet, so hot, love your pussy."

And I love his cock.

He's not quite as long as the other guys, but he makes up for it in girth. He fills me up so good, the head rubbing right along my G-spot as we start to move. At the end of every stroke, my clit grinds against his pubic bone, and it feels like lightning crackling all along my spine.

The heat of it only intensifies when another body drapes itself over my back. I turn my head to find Jax there.

"Hey, baby," he murmurs. He's naked, his gaze still full of challenge for all that we've apparently made our peace. Kissing the shell of my ear, he drags his cock along the small of my back, and yeah, okay.

"Hey." I keep twisting until our mouths meet, never stopping in the slow rhythm I've set up, rocking over Sergio, taking him deep.

I still don't vary it up—not even when Jax's probing fingers delve between my ass cheeks. He's gentle—for him. None of the crazy fucking-against-a-wall stuff from the other day. But he doesn't mess around either, circling the rim of my back entrance without a hell of a lot of fanfare.

"Gonna let me in?" he asks.

Instinctively, I flick my gaze up to Deandre. He'd brought it up first after all. He has his arms crossed over his muscular chest, his jeans still on but the fly undone, his erection tenting the fabric obscenely. He nods.

"Go on, baby girl. You want him to open you up?"

Before I can answer, Sergio pushes up with his hips, hitting a particularly delicious spot. I moan, then nod, then shake my head.

"Yeah—but—" Jesus, this all feels too good. "Thought you wanted—"

Deandre chuckles, bending in close to touch my cheek. "Hell yeah, I do, but no way I'm getting in that virgin ass first. I'd tear you up, girlie."

He's right. Jax is no slouch in that department, either, but it's at least conceivable that he could fit inside.

"So what do you want?" Deandre asks. "Gonna let him in? Let him slick the way for your daddy?"

Fuck. I nod wildly, beyond words, and that's all it takes. I don't know where the hell the lube came from, but in the next breath, Jax is circling my asshole with wet fingers. He nudges one inside, and it takes my breath away.

Before long, he's fucking his finger into my ass without resistance, and pleasure is barreling down on me. "I can't," I mumble. "I have to—"

Sergio grabs hold of my face tilting it back toward his. "Go on, baby. Come around my cock. Take what you want, do it, come on—"

I howl as I let the pleasure crest. It's different with something in both holes, fuller, sharper. As I come, Sergio pulls my mouth to his, kissing me sloppy.

"That's it, you feel so good. Love feeling you come on my cock, you ready? Ready for me to fill you up? Wanna feel my come?"

"Yes, yes," I babble.

I shriek as Jax adds another finger. It hurts, a little, but I'm still flying high on my orgasm, and then it all bleeds away as Sergio grabs my hips and pulls me down on him hard. He bounces me on his cock another half dozen times, punishingly hard, and then he holds there buried deep. He groans and pulses. Hot come fills me, and I shiver. His orgasm triggers another aftershock. I bite down on his lip, and he clutches me tight. Jax stills.

For a moment, we lie there like that.

But it's only a moment.