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True was everything I wanted. The only thing I’d craved in a long, long time. So I gave myself permission to get lost in her. Tolet her pull me under her spell until I was wrung out and spent, depleted from the way she used me.

I could feel her wetness hitting my thighs every time I slammed into her, could feel the tug against my length every time I retreated and came back for more.

I ground harder, slowing the pace so I could enjoy every single second because I was getting close, and nothing would stop me from coming.

The headboard hit the wall with a rhythmic thud, and even though my eyes weren’t open, I could envision the frames above my bed shifting slightly from the force.

The pull at the base of my gut grew headier, pushing me to fuck into her harder when all I wanted to do was take my time.

“Fuck, True,” I whimpered. “You feel…”

My sentence died when more warmth coated my thighs.

I was out of words.

The only thing I could do was pump harder, rock faster.

I needed this. Needed to come so bad, I could taste it on my tongue.

In a haze, I reached out, my fist grasping a pillow as I tried to tether myself to something real while my body floated above the clouds.

Oh, god. Oh, fuck.

Yes.

Yes.

Yes.

I could smell cherries and warm vanilla, hear her husky voice pitched higher because of the things I was doing to her.

And then…then the familiar scent of leather and coffee swarmed my senses, robbing me of the tenuous hold I had on my control.

I was still fitted snugly against True, but all I could smell was Greyson.

There was a tug against the hair at my nape and I knew it was him. Knew the strength of his touch even though he’d never used it on me. My mouth fell open and I was too stunned to let out a moan.

“That’s it, Noah. Fuck our girl just like she deserves. I love the way it sounds. And I can’t wait to see the mess you make.” Another hard pull against my strands and my scalp stung from the pain while pleasure shot down my spine, straight to my dick. “Keep fucking her, baby, and you better not stop until she’s full of your cum.”

Greyson Wolfe had just called me baby and now I was going into cardiac arrest.

Oh, god.

He loosened his hold on my hair and bent to lick the shell of my ear, whispering darkly, “Don’t you want to give me something to clean up when I make you watch me lick her pretty pussy?”

What. The. Fuck?

Something tightened around my shaft and hot cum was spilling out of me before I knew it.

My throat burned. My chest caved. And my body rocked so hard I was convulsing.

A silent minute passed before my eyes popped open and I realized I was alone.

No True.

No Greyson.

Just me.