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His mouth is hot, rough against my skin. Teeth scraping, tongue flicking, his stubble burning in the best way. He’s not gentle, not careful. He’s devouring me like he owns me, and my body arches into every sharp touch.

Eli’s fingers twist my nipples, and a sharp gasp rips out of me. Pain and pleasure, tangled so tight I can’t separate them.

Caleb smirks. “Sensitive, huh?”

I jerk at the slap against my clit, a strangled moan breaking free before I can stop it.

Eli hums, voice low, approving. “Good girl.”

The pressure inside me builds too fast, an ache coiling deep, and panic flares. I squirm, but Caleb grips my waist, pressing down.

“I—” My voice shakes. “I think I’m gonna—”

Eli strokes a finger along my bottom lip. “Already? You can’t come that fast Sienna. You wanna make us happy, don’t you?”

I nod, swallowing hard. My body is electric, everything wound too tight.

“You want to please us both, right?” Caleb adds.

“Open,” he orders as he drags his thumb over his cock.

I do, and he slides his dick inside my throat. I can taste a bit of precum as I suck, hollowing my cheeks, and his pupils blow wide.

“Fuck, that’s good,” he mutters.

Caleb’s palm cracks against me again, sharper this time, and my whole body jolts.

“Shit,” I whimper.

“That’s not too much, is it?” Caleb taunts, his voice all rough edges and dark amusement. “I know how well you can take it, bunny.” He slides his thumb over my clit, soothing it.

I shake my head feeling myself get wetter.

Eli smiles. “She fucking loves it.”

I clench at nothing, desperate, and the words tumble out. “I’m—gonna—”

“No,” Caleb growls using his palm to rub on my clit.

Fuck.I throw my head back feeling the pressure build. Caleb thrusts two finger deep inside me. I can’t see anything as I feel my whole body vibrate with the need to release.

“I’m going to come,” I whimper helplessly.

“Get off her,” Eli commands.

Caleb growls but obeys, pulling away too fast, leaving me empty and shaking.

“No,” I protest. “I need it.”

Then Eli is there, his cock teasing at my entrance. My thighs shake.

“Are you ready, baby? It’s gonna hurt,” he warns, voice dark, possessive.

I nod, my breath catching.

Caleb leans in, his lips grazing my ear. “I want to hear you,” he orders, and then Eli pushes in, one slow, devastating inch at a time. I catch Caleb watching the contact, and the heat spreads through me.

The stretch is unbearable, a sharp, burning pressure that has me gasping, nails digging into Eli’s shoulders. He stills, letting me adjust, but it’s too much, too deep—