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“Fuck, she’s insatiable,” Marcus growled, his eyes dark with lust.

Nathan pulled out of me first, and Marcus followed, leaving me feeling empty and desperate for more. But there was no time to catch my breath. Another player stepped forward, his cock hard and ready. He grabbed my hair, pulling my head back as he positioned himself at my entrance.

“You’re going to take all of us tonight,” he said, his voice a low, commanding growl.

“Yes,” I gasped, my body arching in anticipation. “Please.”

He thrust into me hard, filling me completely. I cried out, the sensation of being so full again almost overwhelming. But I wanted it. I wanted all of them.

Eric moved to the side, his cock still hard. He watched us with a satisfied smile, his eyes locked onto mine. “Look at you,” he said softly. “You’re perfect.”

His words sent a shiver down my spine, and I moaned as the player fucking me picked up his pace, his thrusts deep and relentless. Another player knelt in front of me, his cock pressing against my lips.

“Suck me,” he ordered, and I obeyed without hesitation, taking him into my mouth, my tongue swirling around the head.

The room became a blur of movement and sensation. Hands and mouths were everywhere, touching, caressing, taking. I was filled from every angle, my body a vessel for their pleasure.

“She’s so tight,” the player inside me groaned, his hands gripping my hips as he drove into me harder.

“Her mouth is perfect,” the one in front of me agreed, his fingers tangling in my hair as he thrust into my mouth.

I could barely think, barely breathe, the pleasure so intense it bordered on pain. But I loved it. I loved every second of it. I came again, my body convulsing around their cocks, my cries muffled by the one in my mouth.

They kept going, fucking me through my orgasm, their rhythm never faltering. I was lost in a sea of pleasure, my body theirs to do with as they pleased. And I wouldn’t have had it any other way.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the player inside me tensed, his movements becoming erratic. He groaned loudly, spilling his seed deep inside me. He pulled out, and another quickly took his place, his cock driving into me with a fierce intensity.

I was barely aware of the passage of time, my world narrowed down to the sensation of their cocks filling me, the heat of their bodies against mine, the rough, primal sounds of their pleasure. I was theirs, completely and utterly, and it was the most exhilarating, liberating feeling in the world.

When the last of them had finished, leaving me trembling and spent, I collapsed onto the bed, my body sore and satiated. Eric was the last to touch me, his hands gentle as he gathered me into his arms.

“You were incredible,” he murmured, his lips brushing against my forehead. “Better than I ever imagined.”

I smiled weakly, my eyes closing as exhaustion finally took over. “Thank you,” I whispered.

Chapter Twenty-Three

Lily

Ilay in the aftermath of our passion, my body still humming from the intense pleasure James had just given me. His touch was addictive, each caress, every kiss leaving me wanting more. I turned my head to look at him, his chiseled features softened by the dim light filtering through the curtains. He was watching me with those deep, intense eyes that always seemed to see right through me.

“You were amazing,” he murmured, his voice a low, seductive growl that sent shivers down my spine. “I can’t get enough of you.”

I smiled, a mix of satisfaction and unease swirling in my chest. James had a way of making me feel cherished and desired, but there was an edge to his obsession that left me on edge.

“James,” I began, my voice hesitant. “We need to talk.”

He reached out, his hand gently cupping my cheek. “We don’t need to talk about anything, Lily. You know how I feel about you.”

“That’s the problem,” I whispered, my heart pounding. “You’re so intense. Sometimes, it’s too much.”

His eyes darkened, a storm brewing behind them. “Too much?” he echoed, his voice dangerously soft. “Lily, I love you. I want you. I need you. How is that too much?”

I swallowed hard, trying to find the right words. “It’s just… the way you follow me, the way you always know where I am. It’s scary.”

He sat up, his expression hardening. “I’m trying to protect you. To take care of you. Why can’t you see that?”

“Because it’s not normal, James,” I said, my voice trembling. “And I can’t stop working. My father is sick. I need the money.”

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