Page 65 of Ours to Keep

Andthat’s all it takes for me to let go as I begin to rut inside her like a man possessed. She pulses aroundme as Elliot continues to work her clit.

Her moans fuelmy desire.Ibare my teeth, my balls tightening, my own releaseimminent.

“I need you to come for me, Vixen. Come on my cock. Right. Fucking. Now!”

She gushes around me, her juices soaking my dick.

“River, I’m c-coming,” she pants, clamping around me, her entire body shaking beneath me. Elliot leans over, his mouth clamping over one of her breasts, causing her to convulse even harder, her orgasm relentless.

I move a hand to her throat and wrap my fingers around it. Her eyes shoot open, her lips parting, but I don’t squeeze. It’s purely a possessive move, one that says she’s mine—ours.

She screams, the sound vibrating off the walls, her pulse rapid under my palm.

Then I’m coming—hard—my dick explodes, coating her insides with hot, short bursts of my cum in quick succession, as if my body knows I need to give her everything I’ve got, filling her to the brim.

I stay buried inside her until I feel the last of her orgasm subside, and then take pity on the fact her pussy probably feels sore and over-sensitised right about now.

When I pull out, she lets out a small hiss, swallowing hard.

“Sorry,” I say, wiping her hair away from her sweaty brow. “Was I too rough?”

Her head moves from side to side. “No, that was… amazing,” she says, her hand reaching for Elliot as we all lay in a sweaty huddle of limbs.

“Yes, you are,” I reply, glancing at Elliot. “You both are.”

Elliot smiles and leans over for a kiss before moving to Lily and giving her the same attention.

“Bath or shower?” he asks when he pulls back.

“Shower, I don’t think I could stay awake long enough for a bath to be drawn,” Lily says, her lids heavy.

Elliot moves to the edge of the bed and pulls on his prosthetic, and then stands, holding out his hand to a well and truly fucked Lily.

Accepting it, she sits up; her hair is an absolute mess, and her entire body is flushed as she throws her legs over the edge, and he pulls her to her feet. She sways, but he holds her hip.

“Did we fuck you so good you went weak at the knees?” I ask, my dick already hardening, ready to go again.

“You know you did,” she says almost shyly, but her naked form makes her reply sound so much more erotic.

But it’s as though she is too blissed out from her orgasms to even pay attention to her undress, that is, until she gasps and looks down, our combined cum dripping down her inner thighs.

I’m on my feet and in front of her before she has a chance to react as I drop to my knees and hook one of her legs over my shoulder. She wobbles, but Elliot holds her steady.

“W-what are you doing?” she asks right before my tongue darts out.

I glance up, finding both their eyes on me. “I’m getting my second dessert,” I reply, lapping up our combined juices, keeping my eyes fixated on them both the entire time.

It doesn’t take long before she’s coming again, this time on my tongue. Elliot sucks her neck, marking her as he watches.

She can barely hold herself up by the time we get her into the shower and cleaned up. Elliot is the first one out, leaving me to help Lily dry off before we finally re-emerge. He’s stripped off the bed and replaced the sheets, his prosthetic already removed as he lays in wait for us to join him.

Lily and I fall back into bed with him, and much like before, we’re an intricate tangled mass of naked limbs, ensuring we’re each touching one another.

I manage to stay awake long enough to see them both succumb to sleep.

“I love you,” I whisper to the otherwise quiet room.

Telling myself this wasn’t goodbye, that this is just the beginning. But deep down, knowing that if push comes to shove, I will sacrifice myself if it means protecting them and keeping them both safe.

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