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Mitch disappears into the ensuite bathroom and returns with a towel, wet at one end. He kneels on the mattress beside us and gently wipes my face with the warm, damp end of the cloth, starting at the corners of my eyesand working his way over my forehead and cheeks, then ending with a tender swipe over my swollen lips.

The tenderness of the moment sets my soul alight. I know that while my pain is our shared pleasure, I can still count on them to take care of me in ways I have never experienced before. My heart, which was slamming against my ribs a moment ago, has now calmed to a slow, steady beat that matches the pace Ian keeps on my pussy.

“You okay?” Mitch whispers softly, brushing a few stray hairs from my face before kissing my forehead softly.

I open my mouth to reply, but my throat is too raw and sore to form words, so all that comes out is a rough cough, so I settle for a nod.

A sadistic smile creeps across Mitch’s face as he looks down at my struggle.

“I know it hurts, but you did so fucking good,” Mitch praises me as he reaches down to pat my pussy like an affectionate pet, sending jolts of pleasure through me. “Catch your breath. I’ll go get us some water.”

Mitch disappears once again and grabs a pair of sweatpants from the floor, stepping into them one leg at a time. “No one cums while I’m gone!” He commands before disappearing into the hallway, leaving Ian and I alone in his bedroom.

Ian wastes no time and leans over, gathering me into his arms, his face buried in my tits, as he thrusts into me so slow and so fucking deep. His trademark pace. I moan with the intimacy of the movement, arching my back into him—a mixture of pain and ecstasy coursing through every inch of me.

“It all worked out in the end, though. You are fucking incredible,” Ian breathes onto my flesh, and my heart pounds with the mingling of our bodies. I run my fingernails through his hair, trying to block out the lingering burn of his cock stretching me so marvelously.

“I haven’t even done anything yet,” I whisper and clear my throat.

“Shhh,” he soothes, moving up from my tits. “Tell that to your throat and your pussy that’s taking my dick so fucking well.” Ian peppers kisses up my chest to my jaw and down my neck until he stops and takes a nipple in his mouth.

“Say that again,” I request, heat in my core.

“What? You like it when I talk about how wet your pussy is for me? The way you grip my dick when I hit a sweet spot,” Ian whispers. His breath hot on my skin.

“Yes,” I croak.

“Roxy, I have thought about your pussy every goddamn night since we met,” Ian growls into my ear. “Never in my wildest fantasies did I know just how fucking perfect you feel.”

“I’m not perfect,” I say, my voice returning slightly.

“You are what I fucking say you are,” he grunts, slamming into me hard to assert his authority. I let out a cry; my nails dug into his back. “The way your pussy is wrapped so tight around my cock is fucking perfection. The way you have ruined every other woman for me is perfection. The way you take the pain of my cock stretching your tight pussy and turn it into pleasure is pure fucking perfection.”

His thrusts become desperate. Harder. Deeper. The pain, still present, is delicious as pleasure starts to mount.

“I’m sorry,” I cry. “I’m sorry I never gave you a chance. You just reminded me of everything I never felt worthy enough to have.”

“Well…now you have me,” Ian whimpers as he fucks me with abandon, desperate to leave his mark on my pussy as well as my soul. “Take everything you need from me. Take it all. It’s yours.”

He sinks so deep into me that my body bursts with energy as he claims what’s his. The pain blossoms into full-blown pleasure in an instant, and I’m heading straight for the edge of release that I lost out on moments ago when Mitch reached his peak.

“Fuck,” he cries out. His arms tighten around me with bruising pressure, like he’s holding onto me for dear life, anchoring me to his reality. “I’ve never been able to let go like this before,” he growls into my neck.

“Let go!” I moan, so fucking close to unraveling it’s clouding every thought in my head. “Fucking let go!”

His lips capture mine in a fierce kiss, our tongues clashing violently as he pounds into me with newfound intensity. Each thrust is deliberate, forceful, and excruciatingly perfect.

“Ian! Oh…GOD!” I moan into his mouth, my body wracked with violent shudders as I teeter dangerously close to coming undone.

Just as I’m about to careen off the edge into pure ecstasy, Ian pulls out, leaving my throbbing pussy empty and beyond frustrated.

“No! No! No, no, no, no!” I cry. “What the fuck, Ian!”

My hand shoots down between us, intending to finish myself off, but Ian’s master reflexes are back on display as he grips my wrists and pins my hands over my head, his wet cock resting against my stomach.

“Sorry, Sweetheart. Boss said no cumming while he’s gone,” Ian teases, flashing his teeth in a wide grin.

“You fucker!” I cry in desperation, wiggling under his weight. “You did that on purpose.”

“Maybe,” he says with a small laugh, then turns his attention to my neck, suckling on the bite mark still imprinted on my skin. “I almost busted my nut in you, too. Mitch would have both of our asses.”

I thrust my hips against his abdomen in a desperate attempt to find friction when the door opens, and Mitch enters with several bottles of water in his arms.

“Mitch!” I whine, hoping he’ll come to my aid. “Ian won’t let me cum.” The desperation in my voice is so obvious, yet he stops at the edge of the bed and looks at Ian, who smiles up at him as confirmation.

“Good boy,” Mitch praises and leans over me to plant a kiss on Ian’s lips. “Drink up,” he adds, handing Ian one of the waters.

Ian grabs the water with one hand but still restrains my wrists with the other. “Touch yourself, and there’ll be hell to pay,” he says, then lets go of me to sit up on his knees and immediately starts chugging.

Mitch sits on the mattress next to me and twists open a bottle. “Open up,” he requests, and without sitting up, I open my mouth wide enough for him to pour a small stream of the cool liquid into my mouth. I swallow the water in greedy gulps, some spilling out the corners of my mouth. Every gulp soothes the raw ache in my throat.

“Having fun?” he asks with a big goofy smile.

“I was,” I whine. “My body feels like it’s about to explode, and not in a cute way either.” I threaten, trying to ignore the laughter in his eyes that only pisses me off more.

“Well, I’d hate for you to explode in any way that isn’t cute,” Mitch concedes, turning his attention to Ian, who’s watching us with amusement. “What do you say, lover boy? Does our slut deserve to be finished off?”

Ian looks down at me with a wicked grin and licks the water off his lips. I can tell by the look in his eyes he’s not done with me yet. He downs the rest of his water and chucks the empty bottle across the room.

Just as I suspected, he shakes his head slowly as he lowers back over me, one hand finding my wrists and the other wrapping around my throat, pinning me to the mattress. “Do you have any idea the shit you put me through these last few months? The fantasies I’ve had of putting you in your fucking place by edging you to the brink of insanity. Pushing you so close to the release you’re so desperate for, only to pull it away at the last second, over and over again. I’m going to fuck you until your pussy has no memory of existence without me.” His eyes darken, his voice thick with lust and a sadistic pleasure I never expected from him.

“You don’t get to cum, until I give you permission,” Ian growls in my ear, my body tensing with anticipation and anger as he traces his tongue down my neck.

“On second thought,” Ian says, his eyes lighting up like a Christmas tree. “I have a better idea.”

In one swift motion, Ian plunges his cock inside me and rolls on the mattress until he’s flipped onto his back, and I’m straddling him on top.

“Oh shit,” I moan after the initial shock, my hands firmly planted on his chest as I immediately start grinding my hips on his cock. The way he fills me from this angle is almost too much, but I can’t help myself, and I ride through the pain.

“Holy shit! Holy shit,” Ian moans loudly, his hands moving to my hips, pressing me down onto him harder, as if he could get any more of himself inside of me. “Don’t stop. Don’t fucking stop until I fucking say so,” he groans, his words raspy and needy as I rock my hips hard and desperate.

I drop my head back as I pick up the pace, my skin slick with sweat as I lose myself in the rhythm of our bodies.

“How the fuck are you still going?” Mitch asks Ian, watching us with hooded eyes, his dick back in his hand, stroking it slowly as he watches me fuck his best friend.

“I don’t cum until she does,” Ian whimpers, his grip tight on my hips as I buck wildly on top of him, my nails digging into his chest.

“I’m trying! I’m trying! I’m so fucking close. But I can’t…” I groan out with frustration.

The pressure builds to new heights, threatening to consume me, but I can’t find the means to release it. I grind my hips against him harder in a desperate attempt to find relief, but it’s no use. I’m so fucking close, but still far enough away that I’m at risk of losing myself completely.