Page 46 of Into the Fire

Was that what this was?

Didn’t fucking matter because I shouted her name, coming once more, my body unable to sustain the pleasure.

I collapsed into a wet spot, a quivering, whimpering mess as Enzo continued his work on her pussy from behind, the rubber dick inside my asshole still doing work against a spot inside me that made me roll my eyes back into my head.

I’d fucking die if I came again. Shriveled up Cole with raisin nuts. That’s what I’d be.

I didn’t move for fear of more pleasure, but Enzo was relentless as he fucked her, sending her screaming his name, the cock shifting harder against the little jizz button in my ass.

I came again.

My cock was throwing up and there wasn’t shit all I could do about it as I laid in the mess, tears on my cheeks.

Happy fucking tears because this was an incredible experience and the orgasms had been worth the literal pain in my ass.

Of course, my shriveled nuts might tell a different story.

“Fuck, I love to see you both coming for me,” Enzo growled, slapping Rosalie’s ass hard. She whimpered as he continued his work.

I laid like a helpless sack of shit beneath them until Rosalie cried out again, Enzo following immediately after.

The movements slowed to a standstill.

The room was silent except for our labored breathing.

“Should I call an ambulance?” Fox finally called out. “For the complete decimation of your ass?”

“Fucking call the coroner because I’m dead. And get me a water. I came so fucking much that we’ve created Lake Cole over here.”

Fox chuckled as Enzo leaned in and nipped my shoulder before the weight was lifted from me, the rubber cock sliding out of my ass.

I let out a groan and lay there for a moment longer before rolling out of the mess I was in to see Rosalie was sliding onto Fox’s cock without her strap-on while she kissed E.

I looked to Enzo, who gave me a smile.

I grinned back.

“Best gift ever,” I said.

His dark eyes sparkled. “Imagine having more holes to fuck. Our girl is lucky, don’t you think?”

I looked to Rosalie riding Fox, her head thrown back while E stroked himself.

“I think we’re the lucky ones, brother,” I murmured, watching as Enzo got to his feet and gave Rosalie an upside-down kiss.

I just hoped our luck held out because losingthiswasn’t an option.

Ever.

FOURTEEN

ANSON

Istared at the smartly dressed Italian enforcer before me, his hair slicked back and his dark eyes drinking me in.

Not my father.

“Your name?” the man asked as he stared me down.

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