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"That's a good girl," and "you can do it," and "show him how pretty it is when a good girl submits."

I can be a good girl.

"Ten," I whimper, counting off my edges.

"Six," Remi follows right behind.

My body is tingling with desperation. Sweat coats my skin, dripping down my brow. Need contorts my spine, forcing me to bow, beg, and whine for more.

“Pleeeease.”

My heart is pounding in my chest, but Remi’s is strong and steady beneath me. His powerful frame is slick with sweat where his flesh presses against mine. He trails his nails up and down my back, using the firm press of fingers and the soothing hum of his voice to calm my trembling.

"Does it feel good, baby girl?"

The deep timbre of Remi’s voice feels like a cat rubbing up against the inside of my chest. His voice is quivering. It quakes with the strength of his desires and the heaviness of his emotions brimming right under the surface.

Remi is otherworldly.

Watching him is like looking in a mirror. I part my lips to cry out, only to hear Remi’s voice instead. Everything I'm feeling is reflected in the curve of his shoulders and the shaking strength of his grip.

He's so deliriously desperate. Every other phrase out of his mouth is "I love you," and "I need more."

I want it too, Remi. I want everything.

Never before have I seen such need laid bare and open. Remi isn't hiding anything—from himself or from us. Its beautiful and frightening all mixed together. Every desire he has is plain on his face and is blatant in the way he kisses me with his whole body. He touches me with the type of ferocity that only makes me hungrier and in turn, exposes that heartbreaking touch starvation in him.

“She’s such a whiny little thing,” comes from behind me.

Through it all is Justin, the maestro of this symphony. Making us bloom under his touch but never allowing us to reach completion. Coaxing us to feast on each other, but keeping what wereallyneed dangling just out of our reach.

Him.

Justin’s voice is like velvet, breathy and soft as the words whisper up my spine to make me keen. He guides his hand into my hip, urging me to rock on Remi’s cock.

“Pleeeeease,” I beg again.

I don't even know what I'm asking for at this point. Anything. Everything.

"Pleeeeease," Remi echoes me.

Justin’s hands slide between my legs, slick as a baby seal, covered in my wetness and coconut oil lube. The body underneath me jerks and Remi moans, low and long and deep in his throat. He spreads his knees, which in turn pulls my thighs so far apart the shaking in my muscles burn until Remi goes limp underneath me.

He plants his heels and redoubles his efforts of fucking up inside me.

"There you go, baby. You've been such a good boy. Thank you for showing me the toy you bought yourself. Does it feel good in your ass? Is that what you needed?"

I yank on the bindings pinning me on top of Remington.

Does he?

Did he?

If he has a cock in his ass, one that doesn't belong to Justin, then I need to see it. But I'm stuck here, on the knife's edge between them, with nothing but Remi’s "needyouinside me. Need you to make her come. Please, Justin. I love you," as confirmation.

"Yes!" I agree weakly. "I love you. Let me come."

“Soon, baby girl," Justin says. His thumb slips into my ass without any resistance. "We've got to get you ready. We need you loose and gaping before I spear you on my cock. We need to stretch that ass, baby girl.”