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He lines his cock up with my entrance and slams inside, bottoming out before pulling out and doing it again. He sets a punishing pace, ramming into me, giving me exactly what I need. Wrapping my hair around his fist, he pulls me upright until my back is against his chest, commanding me to look into the mirror on the wall. He moves his hand from my hair to my neck, sliding his other one down my stomach and between my legs, circling my clit, holding me still as he fucks me, his cock hitting my G-spot with every thrust.

"Look at me," he commands, his grip on my neck tightening. My eyes meet his in the mirror as I surrender to him, feeling completely safe in his capable hands. I hold his gaze, not doing anything butfocusing on how he's making me feel and the rising wave of pleasure that's about to wipe us both out.

"Come with me, Henry," I whisper.

"Not yet," he rasps, his breathing ragged. He presses me down on the bed, hiking my hips up with both hands, then slides his thumb down my crack, circling my ass hole.

"Henry," I moan, pushing up into his hands, encouraging him.

"You have such a pretty ass," he breathes, pressing his thumb inside me. I rock against him, practically delirious with the need to come. He bends down, burying his face between my cheeks, tongue fucking me until I'm sobbing into the mattress. "Let me fuck your ass, Isla. Please. I don't know if I can last another day without knowing what you feel like."

"I don't care what you do, Henry. I just want to come." I cry out in protest as he climbs off the bed, but he's back in twenty seconds, setting a dildo and a vibrator on the bed. He folds a pillow and positions it under my hips, then pulls my legs straight. Straddling my thighs, he slowly pushes the dildo into my pussy, turning it on once it's all the way inside me.

Holy fuck.

He grabs the second toy and turns it on, placing it in my hand.

"Hold this between your legs, sweetheart."

I lift my hips and sneak my hands between my legs, pressing the vibrator against my clit.

"Oh god," I pant, my hips thrusting against it, the tide rising by the second. Henry crosses my legs, ensuring the dildo stays put, and then squirts lube onto my ass, spreading it before fucking my ass with one finger, then two, making sure I'm ready. "I'm close, Henry," I whisper, my words muffled in the sheets, my entire body tensing, trying not to come before he's inside me.

He inches forward until his thighs are hitting my ass and then leans over me, notching his swollen head. He pulses there, slowly stretching me wide enough to take him. Once the head of his cock pops past the tight ring of muscle, he sinks into me with a groan.

"This is going to wreck me for life," he moans. If only he knew thatthere are fireworks exploding behind my eyelids, pleasure pulsing through every single cell in my body, overloading it until I can barely breathe, barely think, can't do anything but push back and take every single millimeter of his cock inside me. I squeeze around him as he pulls back, trying to keep him in.

"Oh fuck, Isla. I wanted to make this last, but the way your ass is strangling my cock is going to absolutely end me." He slams back in, rutting into me, both of us beyond words as we're swept into a tsunami of ecstasy neither one of us can comprehend. I scream his name as I come, and he shouts mine, his voice cracking as he empties into me.

70

Henry must have carried me to the other bedroom at some point during the night because I wake up sandwiched between Dylan and Theo. The weak light of early autumn mornings bathes us in a golden glow, dust motes dancing in the air over the bed. I stretch, my muscles deliciously sore from yesterday.

"How are you feeling, Sunflower?" Theo murmurs, his hand stretching over my stomach and pulling me flush against his body.

"Wonderful."

"You're not sore from yesterday?" he asks, cupping one of my breasts and snuggling his face into the crook of my neck.

"I don't think so."

"Good." He smooths my hair back from my face, kissing my cheeks. "Do you think we'll still be doing this in forty years?"

"Doing what?" I ask, my gaze tracing Dylan's sleeping face.

"Finding risky places to have sex."

"I hope so," I laugh.

"Maybe that's the way we'll go out," Dylan mumbles, opening those big brown eyes and blinking at me like an owl.

"Morning," I whisper, leaning forward to kiss him. He cups my head, pulling me closer.

"Finally!" Henry barrels into the bedroom, clutching three cups of coffee in his large hands. "I was beginning to wonder if the three of you would ever wake up."

"What time is it?" I ask, confused.

"It's after ten, and I'm ready for breakfast."

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