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Wyatt’s fingers press into my leg, gripping me tighter, as his hips move in and he feeds more of himself into me. We both moan when he bottoms out, our bodies so close together, we’ve become one.

He stays that way for a long moment, fingering my clit, giving me time to relax and get used to the size of him. There’s discomfort, but it’s mild, and nothing at all when combined with the sight of him, the sound of Cam’s dirty talk at my ear, and the fact that this wild experience is another first for me, and one I never imagined I’d have—well, never imagined before I met these two men. But it’s also much more than I could have hoped for, and we’re just getting started.

In the stillness, Wyatt’s cock throbs inside me, like a heartbeat.

“You ready for him to fuck you, Stel?” Cam’s shortened version of my name makes something flutter in my chest.

I let out a breath and nod. “Yeah. I’m ready.”

Wyatt pulls back, slowly and steadily retreating, the head of his cock dragging along my inner walls in a way I’ll never get over. My head falls back against Cam, who’s holding me steady as I prepare for the most intense experience of my life.

Wyatt fills me anew, as tenderly as someone can with a tool that large. He pulls nearly out and pushes in, again and again, each time with increasing speed and intensity, monitoring my face as he goes.

“You feel incredible, Stella.” The gentleness in his expression takes me by surprise. I lock eyes with him and we stay that way as he fucks me, deep and steady and delicious, my pussy gripping him each time he retreats, then welcoming him back home over and over.

He switches things up, burying himself deep, then working his hips to grind his pelvis against my body.

“Oh god, oh yes. Just like that!” The pressure of him, along with the fullness, and the friction—”Oh god, I’m gonna come!”

I reach for Wyatt, and also search for Cam behind me with my other hand, and it’s like that, connected to the two of them, grasping onto their hard bodies for all I’m worth, that I come apart. It’s so amazingly intense that I scream—I actually scream—and just after I crest the peak, a single laugh bursts out of me without warning.

Wyatt is still filling me, still grinding his body against me, keeping rhythm with my body’s own contractions. It’s magical and mind-blowing, and attentive in the most skillful way.

Suddenly, a sense of overwhelm engulfs me. I’ve never experienced anything like this, never even dreamed that I could, and as I try to take it all in, a bundle of emotion forces its way out in the form of tears, and I’m powerless to stop them.

CHAPTER40

WYATT

Oh shit, oh fuck, I got carried away.

“Stella, are you okay?” I pull out and bend over her, each of her tears like a knife to my chest.

I thought she was enjoying herself, but I fucking hurt her like a selfish asshole.

She blinks, surprised to find me so close, then blinks some more, her eyelashes thick with moisture. “I’m okay.”

“You’re not. Did I hurt you?”

She shakes her head quickly. “No, you didn’t. Not at all.”

My eyes flicker up to Cam, and the angry expression on his face takes me by surprise. He never gets angry. But that’s nothing compared to how mad I am at myself.

“But you’re crying.”

“I know. I’m sorry. I couldn’t help it.” She wipes at her eyes and tries to hide them behind her hand.

“Why are you crying?”

She shakes her head. “I don’t know, really. It was just all …so intense.”

“Are you sure I didn’t hurt you?”

Shaking her head again, she reaches a hand to my face and strokes my cheek. “No, trust me. You felt incredible.”

I’ve never had someone cry during sex before. I have caused women pain, but that was when I was younger and inexperienced.

She must see my confusion, because she cups my chin, making sure I look right at her. “No one’s ever made me feel that way, Wyatt. I just felt a lot, and I couldn’t process it all.”