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“Please,” I beg, the pleasure so intense I feel like I might die.

“Come for us,” Finn growls, grabbing my hips and slamming into me. I hear Chase moan as the change of position increases the pleasure for him.

“I’m coming!” Chase cries and I feel his thighs shaking as he empties himself into me.

I come hard, my body shaking. I am not even sure who’s cock it is I am clenching against as I collapse face forward onto the mattress.

They are everywhere. Touching, rubbing, kissing me.

I am spent.

“Baby, I’m going to come,” a voice groans. I soon realize that it is Finn, his release rough and fast as he finally allows it to wash over him.

They collapse around me, their bodies warm and spent. I gasp for breath, my body still trembling. They hold me close, their hands gentle now.

Declan’s voice is soft in my ear. “You okay, Millie?”

I nod, my voice barely a whisper. “Yeah. More than okay.”

Finn kisses my shoulder, his touch tender. “You were amazing.”

Chase grins, his hand resting on my hip. “My idea was amazing.”

We lie there, tangled together, the night quiet and still. I feel a sense of contentment, a deep satisfaction that lingers long after the intensity fades.

This is our world, our secret. And I wouldn’t trade it for anything.

Chapter Twenty-Eight

Millie

The house is quiet now.

Chase left to check on Peanut and Finn took off to get nap. But here I am, slowly riding Declan. My movements are slow and deliberate, trying to savor every second. He’s lying back on the bed, watching me with intense eyes.

I’m leaning over him, my hands gripping his shoulders for support. He groans softly as I shift my hips, his hands cupping my ass.

“Fuck, Millie,” he breathes, his voice rough. “You feel so damn good.”

I whimper, my body aching with a mix of soreness and pleasure. He flips me over suddenly, driving deeper into me. The change in angle makes me gasp, my back arching off the bed. His pierced cock scrapes my insides in the best way possible.

Declan bends down, his mouth wrapping around one of my nipples. The sensation makes me shudder, my hands flying to his hair. He sucks gently, then harder and I can’t hold back my moans.

“I’m scared we’re marking you too much,” he whispers against my skin, his voice a mix of concern and desire.

I moan in response, barely able to form coherent words. “Just—just keep going, please.”

He nods, his eyes locking with mine as he continues. I can feel every thrust, every movement. The pleasure is overwhelming, almost too much to handle.

As the pleasure builds, my body starts to respond in ways I didn’t think possible.

I moan, my hands gripping his shoulders. The pleasure is intense, making a knot of tension coiling in my belly. “Declan, I’m gonna—” I can’t finish the sentence, the words lost in a gasp.

He speeds up, his movements more insistent. “Let go, baby,” he urges. “Let go for me.”

A sudden surge of sensation hits me and I feel the release, a gush of liquid soaking us both. Declan groans, his thrusts becoming erratic as he fucks me through it. “Fuck, Millie,” he mutters, his grip tightening on my hips.

I squirt more, my body convulsing. The pleasure is overwhelming, every nerve ending alight. I’m panting and my body is shaking with aftershocks. I can feel Declan twitching and coming hard inside me. He moans softly.

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