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“Again,” he growls into my chin.

“God ... please...” Another inch and my hips buck. “Fuck me,” I rasp.

“Louder.” He goes in half with a single thrust, and I sob.

“Fuck me!”

The low, guttural rumble of pride rising up his throat vibrates against the side of my face.

“There it is,” he breathes, feeding me the rest. “There’s my good girl.”

My nails sink into his back. Dig red rivulets down the hard cords to anchor into the taut globes of his ass.

I drag him deeper.

“That’s it,” he croons into my ear. “Open wide, sweetheart. Get every inch in. Stretch your pussy on me.”

Beneath my palms, his cheeks flex. They buck and pump in short, shallow thrusts that hit my base in rapid succession. He’s so deep inside me, every bump grinds exactly where I need him.

“Yes...” I wheeze, crushed by his weight and avalanche of sensation bubbling over me.

When he thrusts and grinds, a smooth combination of depth and friction, I shudder. My back lifts. My knees fall wide. I dig my heels into the cushion as I guide him to do it again.

“Like that?” He mirrors my motions. “I’m so deep in your little cunt and you’re so tight. Fuck, that’s it. Show me how you like it.”

“That...” I choke as he hits that magical spot. “That ... don’t stop!”

He doesn’t disappoint. He keeps the perfect tempo, guiding me straight over with a guttural whine.

In the haze of euphoric bliss, I feel the hot rush of his cum filling me. I feel the soft exhale burn into the side of my neck. The shudder that rolls down his spine, clenches his ass cheeks.

I smile against his shoulder then up into his face when he lifts his head to peer down at me.

“That was a nice surprise,” I breathe.

The corner of his mouth quirks and he replies with the firm latch of his lips over mine in a hard kiss.

“Van’s turn to use you,” he murmurs, drawing back.

Despite the tremors hollowing out my thighs, I don’t resist when Lachlan pushes off me and Van takes his place. He drops onto the cushion and drags me up into his lap. My back ispulled against his chest, and I’m made to squat over the hard girth of his cock.

Heart hammering, I peer up at Lachlan standing over me, eyes fixed on the place he’d just evacuated, that his friend is about to claim.

“Will you put him in me?”

Despite their assurances that they want me to tell them what I like, I’m still not sure how far is too far. I think maybe this is it when Lachlan hesitates. When Van stiffens. Neither says a word and it feels like forever and I’m ready to take it back when Lachlan stoops at the waist. His dark head bends to my chest. His mouth captures a nipple. It’s so delicious I gasp with the first hungry flick of his tongue over the peak.

“Tell me again,” he orders, running a connecting line with the tip of his tongue from my left breast to my right breast. The nipple there is taken and bitten, and I cry out. “What do you want?”

Van’s cock is a weighty spear of meat jutting up my center. The fat head is nearly at my belly button.

Every breath erratic and getting torn from my throat, I lick my lips and repeat my request with slightly more certainty. “Put Van inside me.”

To my absolute devastation, Lachlan lifts his head. His dark eyes meet mine with a possessive steadiness that destroys my sanity right before he reaches down and takes Van’s cock.

Fists it.

Wraps every single finger around the thick base ... and strokes. Once. Slow and taunting. All the while, he watches me. Smirks when I whimper and shudder in Van’s stiff arms.