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He begins with three fingers, working to a relentless pace until the wet, smacking sounds of my core squelching against his deft strokes resound in the room. Finn moves up against the table, his cock bared to me. I'm so hungry for it.

I take it in my hand and begin stroking, my mouth helplessly open as Silas's fingers continue to ravage me. His breath is rugged with desire and the sheer, raw ache you'd feel when the year's first thunderstorm comes around. Silas moves with a slow, steady pace that's almost too slow. I arch and clench against him, my breathing becoming uneven. He smiles knowingly, infuriating me.

Then, he just stops.

I moan out a protest before his thumb presses down on my clit, making me gasp. My legs swing higher, and I all but ram my pussy into his fingers. He pushes deep inside, stroking and fucking me faster. I clench and cry out as the pressure inside twists and burns until my climax breaks free.

Finn gives me no time to recover. Instead, he picks me up and pushes me against a wall, kissing me with brute force. Silas moves to the side and watches as I lift my leg and wrap it around Finn's hip, opening myself up for his probing fingers to descend into me until I'm quivering to be fucked.

Silas comes over and like they're actors in a play, Finn moves to the side. Silas propels me downward until I am on my knees. I take his throbbing cock greedily into my mouth. He is so hard, his tip already glistening with glorious precum. He groans as I begin slurping with loud, wet sounds, sucking deep and fast. I run my tongue up the length of his shaft before wrapping my mouth around the head, taking great pleasure in teasing and tormenting him.

Finn presses his cock against the palm of my hand. After some minutes, Silas pulls away, leaving me gasping as the "pop" of his cock leaves my mouth. Finn lifts me up and carries me to the sofa, tossing me down before joining me. He trails his tongue and fingers over every inch of my naked skin. He spreads my legs and slips his fingers inside me, stroking until I begin spasming. As I near another body-tearing climax, he lowers his mouth to my clit and sucks, pushing me over the edge. I squirt all over his mouth, my desire now alive, coming through in the most deliciously unladylike ways.

He continues licking me, his tongue darting in and slipping over my clit. I begin spasming. "More," I call out, grabbing his hair, pulling his tongue deeper inside, begging. I match his gaze defiantly. "This isn't enough," I tell him, my voice clear as crystal. "I need you to fuck me."

Finn doesn't wait. He straightens, angles his cock, and slides the first inch in. I roll my head back and sigh in pleasure, keeping my eyes open so I can see the lust in Silas's eyes as he watches us. Ever so slowly, Finn propels us into a seated position so I'm straddling him. I clench my core around his shaft and he gasps. The moment I release, he grabs my hips and begins moving me up and down, establishing a slow, relentless rhythm.

"Goddamn," Silas grunts. Finn chuckles low in his throat as he fucks me, one slow stroke at a time. Then, he's moving, so hard and fast that my breath catches and I begin moaning in one continuous stream. He thrusts harder, his movements becoming arched and paced. I'm seconds away from another climax.

Finn holds my hips in place, thrusting his cock deep into my cervix. My head begins to spin, and I'm filled with the urge for more, for this to never end. My body has become a livewire of raw energy. He takes me hard and fast, his cock pounding into my pussy. In a minute, I come all over the place, bucking wildly as he plunders me. Finn's climax follows a second later. I feel him coat my inner walls, gasping as he tries to steady himself.

Before I can process what's just happened, Silas's hands, roughened by desire, pull me to him. "My turn," he growls, voice thick and full of need.

10

EMILY

Finn takes the opportunity to remove himself from the couch, pull on his trousers, and pour himself another drink. "I'll play audience," he says teasingly.

Silas smirks. "Good, because I have a lot of things left to do."

The way he speaks makes me blush. His eyes burn into mine. "Sit back down on the couch, Emily."

I obey, dropping down on the couch. He follows and stands in front of me.

"Good girl," he murmurs approvingly, extending a long finger and touching the parting of my lips. "Now spread your legs for me."

I listen, opening my thighs obediently to show him my core, still wet and glistening from Finn. He hisses in what I can only assume is anticipation before dropping to his knees.

Silas begins rubbing my clit, holding my breathless, mouth-open, helpless gaze with his own. He places one hand on my stomach and holds me down as I arch against him. "Patience," he teases.

"Oh," I let out a little moan as he builds a rhythm like a man set on his mission. He never breaks his pace, moving in and against my folds relentlessly with one finger, then two, then three until my clit is throbbing, seconds away from exploding.

"No," he says silkily, "not so soon." Before I can protest, he grabs both of my thighs and situates me straight in front of his mouth.

"I can't?—"

"Ah, but you must," he smiles devilishly before diving forward, tongue first, into my core. I clench and scream at the same time, my hands climbing down to grab fistfuls of his thick, soft hair.

Silas holds me firmly in place, gripping my thighs as he eats me out, feeling the vibrations of my legs match the slurps of his tongue. He lets his eyes move upward and rest on my heaving breasts for a second before locking eyes with me.

I'm not going to last much longer. I pant, arch, buck against him, but he continues plundering with no respite, going at it until I'm sure I'll come all over his face.

He breaks away for one second. "Do it," he tells me, before delving in once more.

I moan. I don't want to make a mess on his mouth, but it's too late. And when I do come, there's nothing more gratifying than watching how satisfied he looks as he licks away the remnants of my orgasm from his lips.

He's fucking gorgeous. His smile is slow and victorious as his vision rakes my trembling form. "Did you like that?"

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