Page 83 of Fracture

She lowers her head to the crook of my neck, rolling her hips in that way that has me gasping, biting my lip with a whimper.

“I like that I feel so good for you.” She kisses my neck. “I like hearing you make these sounds because of me.”

I try to regulate my breathing, focus on the tickle of her hair against my chin as she lies against me, barely moving. Sweat has broken out over my body, and I dare to lift my hips, just a little, just enough to slide deeper inside her. My movement is answered with the sweetest whimper, and Stella’s nails dig into my shoulders.

“Levi,” she breathes, and I never want to stop hearing her saying my name like this. A sigh, a scream, it doesn’t matter. It’s the most beautiful sound in the world.

The bed dips slightly with Dylan’s weight as he kneels behind Stella. “You look so beautiful,guera.” He runs a hand down her back. “If it hurts, or you want to stop, you say the word, remember?”

She nods, a tiny laugh bubbling from her lips. “Martini.”

“That’s right.” There’s a click of a lid being opened, and Stella’s shoulders tense for a moment. “I’m going to get you nice and wet, all slippery for me. It’ll feel very full, but I’ll take it slow.”

His voice is so deep, so even and reassuring, and it makes me shiver, goosebumps erupting down my arms.

“Hold her open for me,guapo,” he says, and I spread Stella’s ass wider with my hands.

She’s trembling now, and Dylan leans over her, kissing her shoulder.

“Are you ready for me?” He murmurs, and Stella nods.

He rises back to his knees, and I can feel the lube dripping down through Stella’s slit, coating the exposed base of my cock, my balls and my thighs. I kiss her gently, along her jaw, her cheeks, and her body is soft and pliant against me.

I’m not prepared for how it feels for me when Dylan slowly starts to push inside her. I’m focused on her, at least I should be, reading the movements of her body, her sharp intake of breath, the way her fingers cling to my collarbone. Butfuck, feeling Dylan pushing in further and further, pressing against my own engorged cock, I gasp for air, scrambling to hold off and hold on and just not fucking lose it in this moment.

Stella makes a sound between a cry and moan, lifting her head from my chest, and Dylan’s hand is on her back again, stroking and soothing.

“Breathe, just breathe.” He brushes his fingers along her jaw. “Do you want me to keep going?”

Her brow furrows, and she grits her teeth, nodding. “Yes, keep going.”

Dylan pushes in further, and Stella coughs out a gasp.

“Ohfuck,” she murmurs. “More, that’s… Fuck, that’s better. Ohgod.”

Dylan finally sits flush against her, and he closes his eyes for a second, his hand stroking up Stella’s stomach between her breasts, his mouth against her cheek.

“My fucking god,guera,” he croons, looking down at where we’re joined, both of us filling her completely. “You’re doing so fucking well. You’re a goddess.”

“You feel so good,” I murmur, lifting my hand to stroke her throat, which is shuddering and bobbing as she breathes. “Does that feel good for you?”

She nods, eyes hooded. “I want to move.”

“You move.” Dylan’s hand keeps stroking her back, and his voice stays steady even though I can feel that’s trembling too, his sweat-soaked thighs pressed against mine. “You move, and I’ll move when you’re ready.”

Stella rolls her hips, and the same moan breaks from all of us, somewhere between ecstasy and relief, because my god, this has to be what Heaven feels like. The heat of her pussy and the sheer size of Dylan’s cock choking my own - there is no way this is going to take long. Stella raises herself slowly, hands pressed to my chest, and then she starts that rhythm of her hips, over and over.

Dylan’s jaw is set, and he groans, his head dropping back a little. As Stella settles back against me, he pulls out just a fraction, as though his restraint has torn, and with a grunt he pushes back inside her.

“Ohfuck,” Stella cries, her stomach contracting. “Fuck, yes, do that again.”

Dylan withdraws a little more, dragging down the length of my cock, and when he bottoms out against Stella’s ass again, she tosses her head and mewls.

“Fuck. Harder. Please, don’t stop.”

Immediately, Dylan begins to fuck her, fucking both of us, as Stella remains still because she doesn’t need to move at all. Each roll of Dylan’s hips against her sends her slamming down on me, and I swear I can’t fucking breathe.

“Her clit,” he says to me, panting, and I let go of Stella’s round ass to curve my hands around her hips, obeying his command because this dark-eyed god above us both is completely in control. Holy fuck, he’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.

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