Page 128 of Picture Perfect

"God, yes," Addy gasps, her hands fisting in the sheets, her hips grinding down onto my face. "I can't... It's too much."

"Too much?" Dre challenges, his wicked grin visible even from my vantage point. "Or just enough to have you choking my cock with how much you like it?"

Her response is a choked sob, high and broken, the sound of pure pleasure teetering on the edge of pain. And it's all too much—the taste, the heat, the power radiating off Dre in waves. I'm so close, chasing the edge as I suck greedily at her clit, driven by Dre's relentless pace.

The room is a cacophony of moans, the air thick with the scent of sex and sweat. Dre's tattooed body is a living artwork above Addy, his hips driving into her with a force that speaks of raw need and pent-up desire.

"Fuck, you're so tight," Dre grunts, his rhythm unyielding, each thrust punctuated by the sound of flesh meeting flesh. "You like it rough, don't you, Snowflake? You like feeling me deep inside you?"

Her whimper is answer enough, a plea wrapped in a sigh, and it shoots straight to my core. I've never been this aroused; my heart races, every nerve ending alight with the sight of them together, the taste of them on my tongue.

"Come on, Chess," he taunts, his voice thick with dominance. "Show me what you've got."

And I do. I come apart beneath them, my groans muffled by the sweetness of Addy, spilling warmth over my hand and streaking across my abs, his ass. I'm shaking, undone, yet still I don't stop moving, because Dre has commanded and I will follow. Always.

"Fuck, Chess..." he groans, acknowledging the warmth against his skin without missing a beat.

Addy's body tenses, her back arching as she reaches the precipice.

"Come for me, Snowflake," Dre commands, voice laced with authority and that dark edge that always sends a shiver down my spine.

And then, Addy screams out her climax, a high-pitched release of all the tension that's been building, her fingers clawing at him as waves of pleasure rack her body.

"That's it baby, cream my cock." Dre follows, his own release buried deep within her, his name on her lips as she shatters under his touch.

The three of us collapse in a tangle of limbs, breaths coming in short bursts as we ride out the aftershocks together. In this room, in this moment, we are bound by something more than just our twisted desires—we are a single entity, sharing a connection that defies explanation.

"Wow," Addy finally manages to say, breaking the silence.

"Yeah," Dre agrees with a chuckle.

Dre's breath evens out first, his chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm against my back. I can't help but lean into him, seeking the warmth of his body even as the sweat cools on my skin.

"Come here," he murmurs, his arm snaking around to pull me closer. Addy shifts, her green eyes soft in the dim light, and she scoots toward us until she's snug between Dre and me.

I wrap an arm around her, my hand finding Dre's, fingers intertwining. "You okay?" I ask her, brushing a stray lock of blonde hair from her face.

She nods, a faint smile playing on her lips. "Never been better." Her voice is sleepy, content, and it's music to my ears after everything we've been through.

"Good," Dre whispers, leaning over to press a gentle kiss to her temple. "Because you deserve nothing less."

Her eyelids flutter at the affectionate gesture, and I feel her relax even more. The tension that always seems to linger beneath her skin melts away, if only for this moment in time. We're a tangle of limbs, a mess of sheets, and yet I've never felt more connected to anyone else.

"Stay like this forever?" Addy's voice is barely audible, a whisper against the quiet of the room.

"Forever," I confirm, because even though reality will claw at us soon enough, right now I believe it—believe in this sanctuary we've created for ourselves.

"Chess?" Dre's voice pulls me back from the brink of sleep.

"Yeah?" My eyes are heavy, my body languid and sated.

"Thank you." It's simple, but loaded with an understanding that only we share.

"Of course," I reply, knowing full well the weight behind my words.

We settle into silence then, the sound of our combined breathing a lullaby in the shadows. Addy's presence between us is a soothing balm to old wounds, and I let myself drift, safe in the knowledge that when morning comes, we'll face it together. Dre's grip on my hand doesn't loosen, and I squeeze back, a silent promise.

As sleep claims me, I realize that this—this tangled web of love and trust—is where I'm meant to be. Here, with Dre's inked arms and Addy's Nordic beauty encasing me, I find peace. We fall asleep entwined, three broken souls finding solace in each other's embrace.

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