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"What do you mean you can't?" I press.

"I mean, I won't be able to give you the respect you deserve. Maybe after we've been together for a while, but there's this base instinct in me that I just can't get away from."

"Did you stop to think that might be exactly what I'm craving? Maybe I don't want to be respected. Maybe I just want you to let me give you the best blow job of your life."

"Isla–"

"Henry, at least let me decide for myself. If you're going too hard, I'll tap out. No harm, no foul."

He nods tightly, releasing my wrists, his pupils blowing out as he watches me unbuckle his belt. I feel like I've been waiting for this day for ages. I pull him out and immediately take him in my mouth, unable to wait for the silky heaviness of his cock pressing past my lips or the euphoria that comes from making him feel like a god. I slide my tongue over his slit, tasting him, reveling in the way his body trembles under my touch. I press forward until my lips touch his abdomen and then pull back, gripping him with two hands and twisting them over his length.

"Isla," he grinds out, his jaw clenching as he struggles for control.

I suck on his tip like it's my favorite lollipop, hollowing my cheeks, teasing the underside with the tip of my tongue. I move one hand to the back of his thigh, dragging my nails up his hamstring, palming his ass, and squeezing the obscenely tight muscle. I run my finger down his crack, watching his face for a reaction, smiling around his cock as his knees nearly buckle. Who would've guessed my big bad Henry would like a little ass play? Not me, but I can't wait to give him what he wants.

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Adrenaline races through my system as I lick the crown of Henry's cock, holding his gaze as I lean forward and bury him in my throat.

I've waited so long for this.

The heady muskiness of his scent, the way his fingertips dig into my scalp as his control slips, the sounds he’s making. I moan around his shaft, desire pounding through my veins. I sneak a hand between my legs, circling my clit as he fucks my mouth. Theo catches my wrist and brings my fingers to his mouth, his tongue warm and slick as he licks them clean. He kisses my palm before lowering himself to the floor, dragging my body backward until I'm hovering over his face. I grip onto the back of Henry's thighs, pulling him closer. I keep one hand on his leg to steady myself and grip his balls with the other, rolling them in my palm before slipping a finger farther back, massaging his taint.

And then everything happens at once. Theo stops messing around and sucks my clit into his mouth. The pressure has me bucking against his face, screaming around Henry's cock. The vibration makes Henry's back bow, and my finger slips in my saliva, sliding back to nudge against his asshole. His restraint flies out thewindow. He cups my head with his hands, holding me still while he thrusts into my mouth. Two pumps, and he's pressing deep, finding his release in the back of my throat. I swallow him down, licking the cum from his shaft before pushing him away so Dylan can take his place.

"That's okay–" Dylan protests, looking between me and Henry.

"Dylan. Now," I demand, my body trembling as Theo drags me to the edge again with deft circles of his tongue.

Dylan walks forward slowly, still unsure.

"You're not abusing me. I need your cock in my mouth as badly as I need air to breathe." I mean it. I'm not too proud to beg if he makes me.

"You're sure?"

"Get in my mouth, Dylan." His expression changes as raw desire replaces any lingering doubt. I grab his hand and pull him close, pressing his cock to his stomach and dragging my tongue along the bottom.

"Oh god, just like that," he breathes, his fingers threading through my hair. I flatten my tongue, feathering it over his frenulum, greedy for more praise. "Fuck, Isla," he moans, pulling back. He hooks a finger on my bottom teeth, forcing my mouth open, painting my lips with his precum before pressing between them with a groan. "You look so fucking pretty when your lips wrapped are around my cock," he whispers, his eyes on me as he thrusts.

This is a side of him I haven't seen yet, and I fucking love it. I struggle to take all of him, but he lets me go at my own pace, praising me when my lips hit the taut skin of his abdomen.

"Good girl," he breathes, holding me there as I swallow around him. My core clenches as he gives me all of himself, surrendering to my mouth. To me. I buck against Theo's mouth as Dylan loses his battle for control, pumping into me, losing himself between my lips. Theo jerks my hips away from his mouth before I come, and I groan around Dylan's shaft as his cum hits the back of my throat.

"Please let me fuck you," Theo begs from beneath me, panting against my swollen pussy.

"We have a rule, Theo,” I say, pulling away from Dylan and licking him clean.

"Technically, it's just that the three of us can't fuck you at once, right?" Theo asks, his lips brushing my over-sensitized clit.

Fuck. "True. I guess it's between the three of you, then."

"No, that's your decision, Red. I'm going to go shower," Henry says, pulling me in for a kiss, his lips hot and heavy on mine. Dylan is next, his kiss sweet and tender.

"Your choice, Freckles. I'm going to wash up and then put together a little bedtime snack.” Dylan gives me one more kiss before walking away.

"Say yes," Theo begs, licking me slowly, teasing me.

"You're sure they won't feel put out by it?" I ask, scared to do anything that will ruin the dynamic.

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