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And I missed him. He leans down and kisses me on the lips.

Love doesn't look the same for everyone. This is what it looks like for me. And I don't really care where that came from anymore or if it was ever wrong. I finally let myself get comfortable, and we live in peace, just like Silas promised we would. Nothing else matters anymore.

"Too horny to wait," Tate says. He uses his grip on my hair to guide my mouth back to his dick. "Open. Don't stop." I do ashe asks, taking him back in my mouth, and he moans. "There you go."

"How many times do you need to get your dick sucked and fucked in a day, Tate?" Silas asks.

"At least twice for my health," he says. "But more is always better."

Silas grabs the back of my head and pushes me down hard on Tate's cock, holding me there while my eyes water again. "I'm living with two sluts," he says. "That's a good look for you, baby. You should slow down; I want him to last a while." He grabs the waistband of my shorts and underwear and pulls them off of me. "I want to watch him squirm while I fuck you."

I slow my pace as instructed, eagerly waiting on my hands and knees for his dick, my soaked pussy bared and legs spread.

"That's a good girl," Silas says. "Suck every inch of it, nice and slow. Look at how he's clenching his teeth. You should play with his balls, too."

I cup his balls, and Tate hisses through his teeth.

Finally, I feel the head of Silas's dick against my pussy. He teases me with it, running it over my clit and through my wetness, and I arch my back in anticipation.

In one swift motion, he pushes inside me, my entire body humming with pleasure as he fills me.

I cry out, the sound buried around Tate's dick, vibrating around him.

"Fuck!" Tate shouts, thrusting into my throat again.

"None of that, Tate," Silas says, rocking his hips into me. "Let go of her hair. God, you got so fucking wet suckinghis dick, baby."

I moan again, and he settles into a rhythm I use to set the pace with my mouth. And Tate does squirm beneath me on the floor; he's fighting the urge to use his hands on my head, and it's driving him fucking crazy.

"I need to come," Tate says. "I'm so close."

"What do you think, Noah?" Silas asks, picking up the pace. "Has Tate been a good boy?"

I curl my toes and dig my nails into Tate's thighs, my own orgasm within reach. "Mmhmm," I say around the tip of his cock.

"You can suck him all the way off, then, baby."

I pick up the pace, bobbing my head on Tate's dick with each quick, brutal thrust of Silas's hips. Tate lifts his hips and thrusts into my lips again, moaning while I suck him. I taste salty cum on the back of my tongue as his cock jumps, and he grabs me by my hair again, holding me in place while he fills my mouth.

"Oh, fuck! Oh god, you're a slut."

"A good little slut," Silas says as he drills into me from behind. "You take all that cum in your mouth, baby."

After he's empty, he lets his cock fall from my mouth, tilts my chin up, and says, "Show it to me."

I whimper, my pussy pulsing, and open my mouth to show him. Cum drips down my chin and lips, and he scoops some of it out with his finger. "Swallow now."

"Stick out your tongue," he says to Silas.

Behind me, Silas licks Tate's fingers clean.

"Silas…" I whimper. "Silas, I'm gonna come."

I hear the two of them kissing before Tate slips his hand between my legs, rubbing my clit while Silas pumps into me.

"Oh, fuck!" I scream, exploding on contact. My clit throbs and my pussy clenches around Silas's dick while I come hard, attempting to dig my nails into the wood floors.

Silas groans, tightening his hold on my hips until his fingertips dig into my skin. I gasp, falling onto my elbows.