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I press the head of the vibrator against her entrance and slowly press forward. The toy isn’t as big as any of us, but the fact it vibrates should more than make up for the size difference.

“Oh fuck,” she moans as I seat it inside her, pressing it downward toward her G-spot.

“Is that good, love?” I rumble, jerking myself harder as I grow more and more desperate for her.

“So good,” she pants. “So fucking good.”

“Open for me, Little Menace,” Crew says, and I notice he’s now kneeling in front of her, both hands fisted in her hair. He doesn’t give her a chance to argue before he pushes between her plump lips while I begin to fuck her with the vibrator in short, well-placed pumps.

Her pussy clamps down around the toy, telling me she’s on the edge, but to my surprise, she doesn’t fall. Part of me wants her to so I can punish her, but the other part is fucking proud of her for doing as she’s told even though she didn’t think she’d be able to.

“That’s it, love. Your pussy looks so fucking pretty stuffed full of this toy,” I tell her, stroking my cock harder even though my own release isn’t far away.

I need to get inside her, but I don’t want this to end.

“Little Menace,” Crew grunts. “Your mouth is fucking sinful.”

She moans around him as she tries to push herself forward, but the way she’s pinned between us makes that impossible.

“Are you close, love?” I rumble, the lust in my voice as thick as it is in the air around us.

She does her best to nod around Crew, but his grip on her hair is punishing, making her clamp down tighter on the toy.

“Look at you doing as you’re told, Camilla.” Crew brushes her hair from her cheeks, and I watch as she tilts her head slightly to look up at him. “If I knew all I had to do to make you comply was hold you on the edge of orgasm, I would have been doing that from the start.”

I half laugh, but I’m too distracted by my own pleasure to agree with him. If I thought she’d agree to it, I’d edge her all day every day, making her so desperate to be a good girl for us that she wouldn’t be able to think of anything else, but somehow, I don’t think I’m going to be able to get the others on board with that plan, not when they all love seeing her come so much.

“Crew,” I growl, my jaw clenched to the point of pain.

He looks up at me and gives me a tight nod before dragging her mouth off his cock, leaving a trail of saliva between them.

Fuck, that shouldn’t be so hot.

“Looks like it’s your lucky day, Camilla. You’re going to get our cocks, and then you’ll be allowed to come. Is that what you want?”

“Yes,” she breathes.

“But believe me when I say, if you ever run from us again, if you pull any bullshit like you did last weekend, you will find yourself tied up, plugged, and denied for hours at a time before we take pity on you and force so many orgasms from you that you’ll be begging us to stop. Got it?”

“I got it,” she whispers up at him.

I press the toy inside her a few more times, pulling moans from her throat as I push her right to the edge before withdrawing it.

I’m distracted by her moan when Crew holds his hand out for the vibrator, and I quickly hand it over to him, ready to get inside her.

He poises the silicone toy against her lips. “Clean up the mess you made, Little Menace, then we’ll give you what you need.”

CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE

CAMILLA

The overwhelming desperation beating through my veins makes it hard to breathe, but when Crew says some of the filthiest words I think I’ve ever heard, heat overwhelms me, and it’s lucky neither of them are touching me right now because I’m pretty sure I could come from a single caress at this point.

“Clean up the mess you made, Little Menace, then we’ll give you what you need.”

The vibrator sits against my bottom lip, and I don’t hesitate to pop my mouth open. He slips the silicone between my lips, and we both let out a groan as the taste of myself explodes on my tongue.

Crew presses the toy deeper, his mismatched gaze on fire as he stares down at me. “That’s it, Camilla. Make sure you get every drop.”

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