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And with that, we slipped off our board shorts while Emilia remained unmoving.

I stepped toward her. “Do you want to?”

She blinked up at me and, after a few seconds, agreed.

I smiled. “Good.”

That was all I needed to know before I took what I’d been craving for weeks. I pressed my lips to hers and wrapped my arms around her back, untying her top.

Marco moved behind her, unhooking the clasp behind her neck, and pulled the fabric away. His hands grazed my chest as he cupped her breast.

She moaned into my mouth, and I explored hers with my tongue. She sucked and nipped. I returned the gesture while running my fingers through her hair, gripping it and glancing down between kisses to see Marco pinch and squeeze her nipples.

I needed more. I slid one hand between her thighs, finding the heat of her core with my fingers. I thrust one in, testing her. She pulled away, moaning as I worked in and out. Marco kissed along her neck, and I watched her, eyes closed and soaking in the pleasure.

She was gorgeous, free, and giving herself over to us.

Her pussy tightened around my fingers when I rubbed my thumb against her clit, shattering between us.

“That’s right, princess. You ready for us?” Marco whispered.

“Yes,” she whimpered as I pulled my fingers out.

He met my gaze with a raised brow. This wasn’t something we discussed, ever. Pausing to coordinate felt wrong, so I took over, finally ready to claim her myself. I’d been waiting for so long, I wanted to savor each and every second of having her in my arms. No clothes. No barriers. No pretending.

I pressed the head of my cock against her entrance, warning her before sliding in. She sucked in a breath, and I began moving my hips, rocking in and out and losing myself in the bliss of her walls squeezing me.

“Fuck,” I groaned.

Marco waited a few seconds. “Ready?”

I opened my eyes to find his fingers trailing along her jaw. “You’re going to take both of us now.”

She nodded, and before I could ask anything, his hand brushed against my balls. I nearly jerked away but fought the instinct. I trusted him.

He positioned his cock against mine, and I understood.

Emilia gasped and fell forward, dropping her head on my shoulder as he carefully pushed in with me, stretching her.

“Oh, fuck,” she repeated over and over as Marco looked at me and raised a brow, a silent signal to start.

I held her as we moved in unison, stroke for stroke, working her into oblivion, while I bit my lip until I tasted blood to keep from unloading too soon.

She came quickly, without warning. She screamed and gasped and dug her nails into my shoulders.

“Okay?” he whispered, and she grunted a yes.

He paused his movements, and I almost stopped until he restarted, driving in as I was pulling down.

Holy fuck. I closed my eyes, holding onto her as tightly as she was to me. I matched the new rhythm, moving opposite Marco.

Never, ever, had I experienced anything like it.

The combination of her tight pussy on one side and the slip of his cock against mine was too much.

It was completely new, and somewhere in the back of my mind, I thought it should feel wrong, but it didn’t.

I wanted the five of us to be together. I wanted Emilia to be happy and satisfied. I wanted to bring her to the peak of pleasure as often as possible. I’d do anything to make that happen, and if I got any in the process, then I was one lucky man.