Page 118 of Raise Me Up

She tenses up for a second when I press wet fingers against her hole. I circle her little rosebud nice and slow as Beau fucks her gently.

“You feel so good, sweetheart. So fucking good. Want to stay buried here forever. So perfect for us,” Beau rambles.

While he showers her with praises, she begins to push back against my fingers. I take that as a sign to ease a finger in.

“Ah.Liam.”

“See? One cock isn’t enough for you, is it? You’re greedy for two big cocks to stretch you.”

She rests her head back against my shoulder. “Liam…I’ve never done this…”

Beau pauses the movement of his hips and cradles her face with one hand. “We’ve got you, Stas. Trust us. You want to stop, we stop, okay?”

She nods. I lube up my fingers once more and slowly work two of them inside her. I give her time to adjust before I push in a third. It’s not nearly enough to prepare her for my size, but she starts begging anyway.

“Please. More, Liam. It’s good. I need more.”

Beau’s barely holding it together, and I break into a smile. “Let’s cause some fucking trouble. On your back, Beau. Our pretty girl is going to ride you while I fuck her from behind.”

He moves fast enough to summon a dark laugh from me, flipping both of them into position. I brush Stasi’s hair aside, smoothing my palms down her back and pushing her forward until I can see her body swallowing his cock over and over again.

After lubing up my cock, I grasp her round cheeks and start to sink my crown into her hole. It’s such a tight fucking fit. My fingers clench her skin hard enough to leave marks.

“No tensing, Anastasia. Open up for me.”

I blanket myself around her, pressing kisses to her shoulder and neck as my crown breaks through that tight barrier of muscle. I have to fight the urge to slam the rest of the way inside her. It’s a test of self-controlI often fail when it comes to sex, but I refuse to put my own pleasure above hers.

Moving in fractions, I draw out slightly and push in a little deeper on each thrust.

“Liam. Liam. Liam.” She chants my name in reverie.

“Fuckkk,” Beau utters, his legs quivering on either side of me. “Ifeelyou.”

“Good. No coming. Not until I give you permission.”

My eyes shut when I bottom out, but I force them back open. I need to see them just as much as I need to feel them.

“So fucking tight, precious. This hole is mine. Mine to fuck. Mine tobreed.”

She moans, her head dropping forward. Beau wraps her up in his arms, pulling her flat on his chest.

“We’re good, sweetheart. Fuck, we’re so good, right?”

“So good,” she repeats.

“Goddamn, there’s so much pressure.” Beau pants, his knuckles turning bone-white as he clings to her.

I chuckle. “Beau can’t handle us, angel.”

“Shut—”

I thrust hard, snapping my hips against her ass. Two different moans echo through the room. My mouth curls up at the corners.

Yeah, there’s no way in hell I’m ever giving this up.

We move in rhythm, turned off from reality. Lost in a world of pleasure meant just for us.

The moment Stasi leans her back against my chest, nearly boneless, I know she’s close. I brush a palm up her body, cupping her breast and toying with her perky nipple as I rock into her with deep punches of myhips. With my other hand, I take her jaw and bring her mouth close to mine.