Page 33 of Room One Hundred and Eleven

Poppy whimpers, long past articulating her desires.

But she reaches for me.

And that’s all the motivation I need.

I roll her onto her hands and knees. Aiden and Knox are there to hold her hips in place, her own limbs far too wobbly to support her by now. They lift her ass in the air and spread her for me.

My cock is so hard and has held out so long it aches. I’m afraid the head might split open as I return to her, only to find it every bit as good as that first monumental stroke.

This time, I plow through her saturated pussy effortlessly. Each lunge forward forces cream from her. The sound reminds me of boots stuck in the mud, or stirring a pot of mac and cheese, and I relish the idea of getting filthy with her. Covering myself in all of our dirty desires.

I grab her ass, my fingers digging in while I pound into Poppy fast and furiously enough to make it jiggle.

It’s an incredible view.

The slaps of my abdomen on her bottom and thighs shatter the calm of the space, filling it with primal possession and pure instinctual survival drive instead.

Our beauty turns her face to the side, her profile exposed to the firelight.

Glowing, sweating, gasping, lost to the reaction of her body to us. To me, damn it.

I don’t dare look at her face too long while I prepare to unload. If I did—if I watched her come with me after all we’ve wrung out of her already—I would crack. I’d kiss her while we shared this final peak together.

And if I did that, there’d be no holding back.

Our contract would be null and void, because I’d be the one breaking it.

Thinking of forevers and weddings and growing old together instead of our purpose.

To fill her womb with our child.

My fucking stutters as the thought overwhelms me with desire stronger than any I’ve felt before. I’d worry about leaving Poppy hanging, but her body is in sync with mine.

Tightening even as I resume pushing through the tunnel of muscles strangling me.

“This is it, beauty.” I tug on the chain around her neck. “Get ready for my load.”

“Yes!” she shouts, every inhibition deconstructed by our joint pleasure.

Knox curses and Aiden groans as my balls tighten.

I roar.

Finally allowing myself to let go.

To come.

So deep inside her I don’t know where I end and she begins.

I sink my teeth into her shoulder.

Poppy fists the soft covers in her hands, her feet kicking behind me, and explodes.

The spasms of her orgasm wring me from root to tip.

Endless spurts blast her, soaking her and overflowing her. The milky white liquid Aiden, Knox, and I have poured into her form an ocean of lust that drowns her in us.

And when it’s over, they’re there to catch me. To keep me from crushing our beauty when both she and I are left completely boneless.

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