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Sax pushes his fingers into Ari’s mouth, getting them all glossy and shiny before using them to rub her clit. The noises she’s making get louder as her hips buck and her back arches more.

“Do you need more?” Mal asks, sucking my bottom lip between his teeth gently and tugging on the tender skin. It’s like he can tell I’m adrift, desperately clinging on until I can make Ari come.

I nod with a small whimper. “Please.”

“I’ve got you, I’ve got you both.” His reassurances make me relax a little, and I keep thrusting, trying to match the tempo Sax sets with his fingers. Ari’s thighs clamp around me, her body begging me for more. More. More.More.

Mal presses the head of his cock against my hole, and pushes inside me in one slow thrust that has me falling forward into Ari. The ridges of his fat cock brush over my prostate, making me whine.

Fucking perfect.

“Good boy,” he soothes with another hard thrust. “That’s it. Let me help and we’ll fuck our little dove together.”

He isn’t joking, as each thrust is like a chain reaction. Him into me, me into her, her clenching around me, me pushing back into him. Those ridges on his shaft drive me wild. Her wet tightness makes me insane. Until it starts again. A loop of sensation and pleasure. Of overwhelming bliss.

“Oh sweetheart, this is fucking heaven.” Mal grunts. “I’m sinking myself inside this pretty hole while looking down at the most gorgeous woman, and both of you belong with me. Fucking heaven.”

“And what about me, little gargoyle?” Sax asks, with an amused expression.

“I’ll let you fuck me later, Daddy Sax.”

I can’t see Mal’s face, but I’d bet all the flowers in the garden that he just winked at Sax.

“We both know I’m the only one who can take that fat cock of yours rough, just how you like it.”

Sax chuckles, but I don’t miss the way his eyes soften. This is it. This is the way it’s always supposed to be between us.

“Final stretch, Jas. Let’s make our little hellion come. Don’t you want to feel her clenching down on you like she’ll never let you go?”

Ari grabs my arm, nails biting into my skin as she meets my thrusts, chasing every last shred of my control away.

“Fuck. Jas. Fuckkkk,” she cries out. “I can’t…”

Sax pinches her nipple roughly, his fingers still buried between her silken folds, strumming her clit. “Yes you can, love.”

“Come for us,” Mal growls, as he thrusts hard. Again. And again. He’s taking no prisoners until we shatter together, the last vestiges of control fracturing and exploding into an orgasm that makes my whole body tense and twitch.

I pump my cum into Ari, filling her until she’s overflowing with the very essence of me. Marking her as mine, inside and out. She rewards me with a drawn out moan as her hot body clamps down on my cock like a vise, drawing out every last drop of pleasure. My knot hums, wanting to bury into her soft heat, but I ignore it. She’s not ready for that yet, and the last thing I want to do is hurt her.

Mal’s arm tightens around me as he grunts and finds his own release, a familiar warmth filling me.

He pulls out carefully, before placinga hand on my lower back and pushing me so that I’m lying on top of Ari. I rest on my forearms, kissing her tenderly, careful not to crush her with my weight.

“What a fucking sight,” Mal purs, pushing my cheeks apart as cum dribbles from my stretched out hole and trickles down onto Ari’s equally dripping pussy. With two fingers, he pushes my cum back inside her, combining it with his.

Sax detangles himself to take a good look, humming in agreement. “What a beautiful mess.”

CHAPTER NINETEEN

ARIANWEN

The sun is still low in the sky when I wake, alone and in my own bed. Despite the ache between my thighs, part of me is still convinced that last night still must have been a dream.

A fever dream. A weird, horny, wild dream.

There’s a strange heaviness in my chest. It takes me a while to place the sensation – disappointment. An odd sort of hollowness. Loneliness even. Closing my eyes again, I ignore the ache. I so desperately wanted it to be real.

The next time my eyes crack open, the sun is in full force, shining in through the open drapes and warming the room to uncomfortable temperatures. I’m clammy and sticky, and as soon as I draw awareness to it, I’m itching all over.

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