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She smashes her lips against his while I look down. He’s slowly fucking her again, so I start moving my hips too.

She starts gasping at the pressure.

Every inch of her is flushed, glistening with sweat, her breaths coming in soft, broken pants.

Eli strokes his hands down her back, soothing, grounding, but his restraint is hanging by a thread. I see it in the way his fingers dig into her skin, the way his breath shudders against her shoulder.

I press my lips to her temple, voice low. “You still with us, bunny?”

She makes a soft sound, almost like a hum, her head lolling slightly.

I smirk. “Good because I fucking love this.”

“You’re ours,” Eli says.

“Yours,” she whispers.

“Fuck,” Eli growls, his grip tightening as he fucks her faster and harder.

I stroke my thumb over her ass cheeks, watching the show. “That’s our good little puck bunny.”

She throws her head back and laughs.

It’s pure fucking bliss.

She’s ours.

And I’m completely, utterly ruined for her.

I pull out of her ass as Eli fucks her rough. He turns her around, plunging back into her pussy. We pin her face to the mattress, letting him thrust deeper.

Harder.

Tears roll down her cheeks.

She is so fucking pretty.

I run a hand through her hair as Eli barely holds himself together as he slides into her.

She’s panting now, her fingers twisting into the sheets, her body reacting to every touch, every command, every teasing brush of our hands.

“Fuck me,” she whimpers. Her eyes are open but there are no thoughts there. I stroke her cheek gently. She’s slipping, her mind floating, her body open and aching for more.

He pulls out, then pushes back in hard stilling as his come pulls him under. I feel my own cock jump and watch in surprise. I plunge into that pretty cunt and start fucking her hard and fast.

And then Eli exhales sharply, his voice rough. “Goddamn it.”

I smirk, fucking her rough. “She’s gorgeous.”

He nods, jaw tight, his breathing uneven. “Completely.”

I stroke her hair back, pressing a lingering kiss to her shoulder. I come inside of her, and she moans in reaction.

“You did so good, baby,” I mutter.

She hums softly, barely conscious, barely aware—but she’s safe. She’s ours.

And I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of this.