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My jaw drops fast, and I grab the back of Maddox’s thighs, bringing him closer. With a couple of smacks against my lips, he shoves his dick into my mouth, digging my nails into his skin when he reaches the back of my throat.

“God, baby. I love it when you take it all.” He groans, pulling out halfway before slowly pushing back in.

I take a deep breath through my nose and open my mouth wider. Spit falls from the corner of my mouth onto my chest with each thrust. I gag when he drives too far back.

“So perfect,” Ashton says, adjusting himself. “Maddox lay down. Jinx, you're going to ride him.”

Maddox removes his jeans and hoodie before doing what Ashton says. He curls his index finger towards his palm in a come here gesture. I go to stand, but he shakes his head. “On your knees, crawl to me, Jinx.” One thing about Maddox is that he isn’t scared to tell you what to do.

The floor digs into my knees as I make my way to Maddox. When I reach Maddox’s side, Ashton walks behindme, running his hand down my back. He hooks his finger into my thong, dragging it down my thighs. I lift each knee and watch him toss it to the side. His hand grips my calf before sliding back up my leg.

“This ass of yours, Jinx.” His hand lands hard on my right cheek with a sharp snap. “I’m going to have fun breaking it in.”

I drop my head onto Maddox’s thigh when I think of everything Ashton could do to me. A hand tangled in my hair, pulling my head upward, and my eyes clash with a pair of hazel ones. He doesn’t stop pulling my hair until I’m on top of him; spreading my legs, I straddle him.

“Fuck, I can feel how wet you are.”

I rub my pussy against his dick. “That’s Atticus’s cum. He wanted me ready for you.” Maddox shifts his gaze to Atticus.

“I owe you one.” He lifts me and slams me down on his hardness. Before I can scream, Ashton covers my mouth.

“We’re in school, little swan. Keep it down.” He moves his hand, waiting for my answer.

I close my eyes, nodding as Maddox flexes his hips. “I’ll try.” I let out a silent moan the more Maddox moved; the butterflies danced in my skin, bringing me closer and closer to exploding. I turn my head, getting a view of Atticus. He leaned against the counter, arms crossed over his chest, taking us in with caution. He hasn’t taken his eyes off me once, and when I feel my orgasm coming, Istill watch him. I watch the side of his jaw tick because it’s Maddox making me come and not him.

“Jesus, Jinx. Does watching another man make you come that hard?” Maddox traces his fingertip along my jaw, bringing my attention back to him.

A smile ran along my lips. “I like payback.”

“Naughty girl. I like it.” Maddox chuckles.

I slowly rock my hips, using his pelvic bone to rub my clit. My head spins from the sensation, and I dig my nails into his chest as I get closer, and he groans from the pain. Something cold and wet hits my ass crack, then Ashton presses gentle kisses along my back.

“Shh, little swan. Enjoy it.” He smacks me with something hard before running it between my ass cheeks. “Breathe out and relax for me. I’ll take it slow.”

Maddox wraps his arms around me, bringing me closer to his chest and placing a kiss on my neck. “Did you want to watch?”

I turn my head and see Ashton holding an artist’s paintbrush with a thick, tapered handle, and he’s applying lube to it. I was not expecting this, but we’re talking about Ashton. He’s obsessed with object insertion.

He gave me a trusted gaze, inhaling courage—I gave him a slight nod.

Maddox rubs my back as Ashton moves the paintbrush to my asshole. He slowly pushes the handle in, and I hold my breath.

“Breath,baby,” Maddox whispers. “We won’t hurt you. Tell us if it’s too much, and we’ll stop.”

Ashton pushes the handle in and out, fire and euphoria charged throughout my veins. I’ve never felt so many sensations going on at the same time. Maddox moves his hips at a slow pace, and I lose my breath.

“You’re doing so well, Jinx,” Ashton reassures me.

Yeah, I can feel it. I’m not sure who to focus on because the motion from either of them is too much. I jolt forward, soaking Maddox as my orgasm washes over me. I drop my face into his neck, moaning when Ashton keeps pumping the paintbrush, working another orgasm from me. He drops the paintbrush next to Maddox and me and steps back with a dazed look. It’s like he’s content with himself, and that’s all he needs.

“I’m not done yet, baby.” Maddox slides me back onto his dick, and we both groan when he thrusts deep.

I’ve lost count of how many times I’ve come so far, and I’m not sure it’s possible to have any more. My body is emotionally spent.

“Just one more, and then you’re done. Finish with me.” He holds me closer to his chest and pounds into me fast. Slamming my eyes closed, I bite his neck as I come. “Jinx, fuck.” His fingers grip my waist tightly as he slams once more into me.

I lie still on top of him, and my chest tightens with each breath I try to take. Maddox rolls me on my back, and Ihear a rustling in the background. I try to sit up, only to end up coughing.

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