Page 88 of Vegas Baby!

I braced both my palms against her ass and thigh, reminding myself to go slow. Her pussy might be begging to be filled, but it would still need time to adapt. Her eyes whipped back and forth beneath her closed lids, her scent rising. Bryce groaned quietly and tucked himself even closer to her.

I nudged him just enough to rouse him and held a finger to my lips.

“What?” he whispered.

“Now is your time to leave if you don’t want to watch me fuck her awake.”

He blinked rapidly, his eyes glassy from what I presumed to be a hangover. He growled dangerously once he’d processed my words. “You can’t do that while she’s asleep.”

“She gave me permission last night. She likes it.”

Bryce frowned and sat up carefully, giving me a full view of exactly how much he liked it too. “Are you serious?”

“Very. I would never do this without permission. Are you staying or going?”

Ava shifted, pulling the pillow at her chest tighter against her, but she didn’t wake, her breathing remaining smooth and even.

With a hand pressed against his forehead, Bryce lay back. Guess that meant he was staying.

I pressed the tip of my cock into her, slowly, incrementally, and pulled it back out, my skin shiny with slick. I kept a steady focus on Ava’s face, listening to her breathing and watching the adorable scrunch of her eyebrows as I worked my way in. She smelled like heaven and felt like a dream. Bryce took a lazy hand to his own cock, palm still on his forehead. Endorphins were certainly one way to nurse a hangover.

“That’s it, angel,” I whispered to Ava. “Let your alpha all the way in.”

Her fingers dug into her pillow. I started a smooth pattern now that there wasn’t an ounce of resistance and enough slick had formed that she was like silk against my cock.

The first moan left her and Bryce cursed, picking up his own speed. I kept my steady pace, reveling in the feel of her as she inched her way toward consciousness.

I chanced lifting her leg, hooking her knee over my shoulder and bracing her thigh with my arm while the other descended to work her clit. The next thrust was hard and fast, drawing her to the surface with a muffled cry, Ava burying her face against the fabric.

Her pussy clenched hard and I worked her clit, fucking her until her moaning and panting were the only thing in my world as she spilled over the edge again.

“Micah,” she gasped. “Fuck.”

She trembled, her muscles straining as I helped her climb the next peak.

“That’s my girl. So fucking beautiful when you fall apart.”

Her keening whine shot straight down my spine and I slammed home just in time for her to come all over my knot. Watching her squirm and shake and grapple for control as the pleasure overwhelmed her was a sweet intoxication. Bryce spilled all over himself with a groan.

I kissed Ava’s knee where it was propped against me. “I think Bryce enjoyed the show.”

Ava let out an unsteady laugh. “Not as much as I enjoyed being in it. One more.”

That got Bryce moving and he rolled over, pressing against her back so he could reach her clit. Her eyes flared wide when he wedged his face against her throat and bit down, his fingers working at a brisk pace. Every ripple of pleasure had her squeezing me and I dug my fingers into her plush thigh while Bryce unraveled her.

She shivered head to toe, her teeth snaring the pillow as he plunged her over the slope.

When he finally let her rest, she burst into giggles.

“Something entertaining you, angel?”

Ava beamed at me. “Just thinking that’s one hell of a way to wake up.”

“Anytime you want it, just ask.”

“You’re going to spoil me.” She reached out, pulling me as close as I could get at this angle. It wasn’t enough for a kiss, so she turned her head to Bryce instead, their mouths a tangle of desire.

“If spoiling you means fucking you exactly the way you want, then hell yeah I’m going to spoil you.”

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