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“Good girl.” I cup her breasts in my hands, catching her nipples between my fingers, earning me a sweet, needy moan. “I told you,guera, we’re going to get you wet and ready, make that pussy come for us so you can take us both.”

Her brow furrows, her head falling against my chest, her heartbeat thumping through her ribcage. Her movements are smaller now, her moans high-pitched.

“That’s it, nice and quiet.” I pull her up to meet me, so her desperate breaths are caught between us. “Don’t scream now, this is just for us. Be quiet for us,guera,we don’t want to share this with anyone else.” She bites her lips together, her body shivering, her nipples so hard they could almost graze open the skin on my chest.

Levi is still kneeling between her legs like a man praying, worshiping, drawing her climax out slowly with every stroke of his tongue against her needy flesh.

The car begins to slow, telling me we’re off the highway and winding our way through the suburbs. Almost home.

Stella muffles her open-mouthed cry against my skin, hands desperately clinging to the back of my neck as she tries to hold on, to not be lost in this moment and scream out her climax. She bucks against Levi’s mouth, and he groans into her cunt. Just like in the club, I can sense her need, her urgency to have more, more of us, all of us, just like she said.

Levi kisses his way up her back, leaning over her, wrapping a hand around her throat. “Fuck, baby girl.” He kisses her neck, rubbing himself against her bare ass. “I need to be inside this pussy.”

The minutes tick by agonizingly slowly as the car winds its way through the streets of Bellford Heights. Levi pulls Stella’s dress into place, and he kisses me so I can taste her on his lips, and Stella lies against my chest, watching us with wide eyes.

Finally, the car comes to a stop, and Levi guides a weak-kneed Stella across the lawn, her legs wobbling atop her high heels. I fling an over-generous tip to the driver and thank him. He probably heard what went on in the back of the car, and I don’t much care.

Under the light of the moon I head for the house, and once I’m inside I hear footsteps on the stairs, Levi and Stella going up ahead of me. I close the door behind me, and follow them.

Soft light spills from Stella’s bedroom, and when I walk in, she’s already naked, on all fours on the bed, watching as Levi sheds his clothes. Her eyes move to me as I walk in, and as I set about stripping off, her gaze moves from me to him and back again, taking us both in, her expression soft and wanting.

“How do we do this?” She asks.

I move to the bed, and she sits back on her folded legs as she gazes up at me. I stroke the hair from her face.

“Where do you want us?” I’m letting her take the lead, letting her decide how this goes.

Her brow furrows for a moment, and then she looks over her shoulder at Levi. “I want you in my pussy.” She turns back to me, looking up at me with trust and love. “And I want you…” She trails off, her cheeks flushing red.

I lean over her, taking her face in my hands and kissing her deeply. “Whatever you say,guera.” I look over at Levi, and gesture to the bed. “Come here,guapo,and lie down.”

CHAPTER 18

LEVI

Stella positions herself over me,and I want this moment to slow down so I can memorize how she looks, hovering over me like a disheveled angel. Her make-up is smudged, blackening her eyes, and it makes her look even more beautiful, more imperfect, more undone, moremine. I can still taste her, and the memory of that pulsating cunt against my mouth, the fucking triumph of knowing I made them both come with my mouth - my cock is fucking aching for release.

I worry for a moment that I won’t last long enough to please her. I’m sure she feels like heaven, and since she’s already sitting on top of me I know we’re dispensing with the idea of a condom. I’m going to be inside her, raw and naked and aching with the need to fuck, to come, but I’m going to have to take this slow for her.

Goddammit, I hope I can.

She leans down over me, her heated skin pressed to mine, and I run my fingers through her hair. Her big eyes gaze down at me, and her full lips are trembling ever so slightly now. My dick is pressed to her hot pussy, and I groan as she shifts her hips. She lowers her cheek to mine, her eyelashes tickling my skin as she blinks. With a soft moan, she grinds herself against me.

“You know how many years I dreamed of this moment?” I say softly against her throat, and she sighs.

Dylan stands over us, a bottle of lube in hand, his dark eyes watching us with unfettered lust. He doesn't speak, doesn’t rush us, doesn’t even move towards us, just lets us take our time.

Stella runs a hand down my side, over my stomach, and lifts her hips as she wraps her hand around my cock. She raises her head to look into my face, and then the tip of my cock is nudging at her entrance. She releases me, her hands resting on my chest, and with a small puffed breath, she lowers herself onto me.

The sharp volt of pleasure that shoots up my stomach empties my lungs of air and my mind of all reason. There’s just her, my hands on her ass and holding her still because my god, if she moves now before I can think or breathe again, I’m going to spill inside her sweet pussy immediately.

“Fuck, baby girl.” My fingers dig into her ass, and she makes a small circle with her hips, moaning.

She takes my hand in her face, her amber eyes hooded, her lips parted and quivering.

“Are you OK?”

I nod, stroking my fingers down her spine, memorizing every single divot, the feeling of her silky skin beneath my fingertips. “I just…Fuck. I just need a second. You feel too fucking good.”

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