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Beck’s hand settled right at my pelvis. His finger dropped down and rubbed my sensitive clit. My body shook, burying my face into his chest.

Abel wasted no time, fucking himself into me.

I gripped Beck’s shoulders, crying into his skin. “I can’t! I can’t!” I reached down trying to push his hand away from my clit.

But Beck was stronger, using his free hand to grab my wrist and pull it away, so I couldn’t stop him.

Abel’s hand reached around and wrapped around my neck. His rings were cold against my skin, making me shudder. He angled his cock, hitting that beautiful spot again.

“Please! Please!” I begged through the tightness in my throat and the nerve tingling of my clit. My lips parted and my eyes closed. I took in everything they were doing to me, their hands and mouth all over me.

“Please what?” Beck asked, smirking at me.

“Please let me come!” My hand shook as my thighs started too. I gripped his shoulder, moaning and begging for a release. I could tell Abel was close behind the soft moans coming. He gripped my neck softly before slamming into me once more. His hot cum filled me completely.

“Please don’t stop!” I begged, but Abel pulled out of me.

“You don’t need to come,” Beck stated.

The pressure in my stomach was too tight, and I needed a release. But neither one was giving in and giving me what I wanted.

Beck chuckled at my silence before he pulled me to him. “What makes you think you deserve it?”

Soft Dom. Beck was the soft dom, calm and goofy out of bed; in it, he was a different person. Rough and willing to leave me aching so I don’t get what I want.

“Please, Beck. Do not send me to bed like this! Just because Abel can’t make me come doesn’t mean you can’t!”

“Hey!” Abel growled. “I was following orders.”

“Make me come, Beck.” I mewled, pulling him closer to me. Just saying this to him made me want to burst.

Beck smirked, pulling my thigh up. I wrapped it around his waist. His lips brushed mine as he pulled me against him. Our mouths fought, tongues trying to gain control.

Slowly he pushed himself into me; my cum, and Abel’s cum coating him. He moaned into my mouth, making me pull him closer.

“Please,” I begged against his lips. I hated begging. But I hated not coming more.

Beck wasted no time, giving me long deep strokes. My thighs shook with each thrust, making me grab his shoulder.

“Fuck,” I moaned. “This feels so good.”

Beck chuckled, grabbing my hips. “You’re so gorgeous, Psalm.”

My eyes snapped up to his. I believed his words but didn’t think he would say that. “Even like this?”

Beck flipped us over, not leaving my core. His thighs spread mine further, hands pulling them up over his. “Especially like this.” He leaned in, kissing the scarred flesh on my shoulder right before the mechanical arm. His cock pushed deeper into me. “So fucking beautiful, Psalm.”

My core tightened around him and spasmed around him.

His finger wrapped around my throat as he pushed himself deeper. “Come for me, Psalm,” he said heavily into my ear.

“I’m coming,” I told him, heat washing over me. “Please, Beck. Please don’t stop!”

His head dropped back, and moans escaped him which didn’t help me. It set me off, thighs wrapping around him as I cried out. My hips rolled to him as we both hit our peak together. He never slowed down, riding my high until I went boneless. I breathed out, body shaking and sweating like I just ran a marathon.

Beck kissed my neck before saying, “That’s why you’re a good girl. You came when I told you to.”

I scoffed, trying to push him off. They laughed at me.