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“Okay?” No matter what, her comfort will always be important—yes, pain, but only when it’s accompanied by pleasure.

She nods and watches as Noah gets onto his knees as I begin to lay back.

“Oh my god,” Jessica says.

“That’s it, lean back, and spread those legs,” Noah says, his voice thick and gravelly, and I know this woman right here is about to ruin us in the best possible way.

ChapterForty-Three

JESSICA

To say my senses are on overload is an understatement. Every nerve ending is prying for attention as they use my body in the best possible way. I might die if I don’t come soon. How they both intermittently manage to bring me to the brink and then stop as I’m about to come is beyond me. It’s like my body will only play to their tune. I’m the instrument, and they are the musicians. It’s a delicate dance, but I’m very invested in the outcome.

Noah slides his thick fingers through my folds, teasing my clit.

“Are you ready for me to fill you up with my cum?”

I nod quickly, and he laughs deeply as he curves two fingers inside me, my core tightening in anticipation with wet heat.

“You like being our dirty little slut, don’t you?”

Oh my god.

“Yes,” I say, my core clenching around his fingers as Caleb drives into my arse. “Fuck.”

“Yes, that’s what we’re about to do. Are you ready?”

I don’t think it’s a question so much as a statement. I reach out for Noah, grabbing the back of his neck and pull him towards me.

Caleb grunts, thrusting up his mouth and clamping down on the column of my neck. As my lips meet Noah’s, he kisses me to match the movement of his fingers, driving me higher and higher.

And then they’re gone. I pull back from his mouth and glance down as he fists his cock working up and down his length, the head almost angry, all the veins prominent. I reach down and circle the tip leaking with pre-cum. I bring my finger to my mouth and lick the remanence of his desire.

“Such a good little slut. Do you want to taste yourself?”

My core pulses, my clit throbbing as he swipes his finger through my folds and brings it to my mouth.

“Suck, such a good girl.”

Fucking hell, what is it about him saying both those things to me? It makes me whimper with want as I reach out and pull his finger into my mouth, hollowing my cheeks as I suck all traces of my arousal from his finger.

“That’s it. Later you can do that with my cock—lick me clean after you come all over it.”

Caleb thrusts up hard. And I groan as Noah pulls his finger free.

“Hmm, or maybe I’ll be the one to lick it clean,” Caleb says. “After I lick her cunt out and eat your cum.”

Fuck me sideways, who even speaks like this? I bite my lip, needing to remind myself this is real, I am here, this is not an erotic dream. I repeat, this is not a dream.

“You like the sound of that, don’t you? I can see you dripping,” Noah says as he positions himself between my spread legs.

“Fuck.” He drives into me in one hard thrust.

I cry out from the intrusion, but it’s sublime.

I’m so fucking full I can hardly catch my breath. No wonder they waited for my ribs to heal; there is no way I could have survived this.

“You both feel so fucking good,” Caleb says as he and Noah find a rhythm—one in, one almost out.

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