Page 51 of Mastered By Lust

She has to move her legs so I can lie back, and then she’s on top of me. I thrust into her a few times, getting her comfortable. Then I stop, ignoring my body’s demand to chase the orgasm I need so fucking bad, it hurts.

I meet Gage’s eyes and nod. To Leah, I say, “Gage is going to finger your little asshole again. But neither of us is going to move. If you want to come, you’re the one who has to move. Understand?”

She shakes her head, whispers, “Yes.”

“Is that a no or a yes, baby girl?” Gage slides a hand down her back to rest it on her ass cheek.

“It’s a yes.” She squeezes her eyes shut.

I can feel the increased tightness as he forces his way inside. Leah squirms, goes still, squirms again.

“Shhh, you’re doing so good.” I give her a little thrust as a reward, making sure to angle myself with the best chance of hitting her clit.

“Yes.” She lifts up slightly. “More.”

“You’re in charge.” I keep myself still. “You want to come? Move how you want. Take what you need.”

“But it feels so weird.”

I reach between us and cup one of her breasts, pinching the nipple between my knuckles.

Leah bucks in response, then moans. Her cheeks are pink. “Please, please-please-please.”

“Keep going, baby girl.” Gage’s rough voice causes her pussy to clamp down harder on me. “You get to decide when you come. All you have to do is move.”

She slides forward a couple of inches before easing back. Her eyes flutter shut in pleasure. I tighten my grasp on her nipple and use my other hand to grab the other. She’s so beautiful like this, her hair messy, her skin flushed.

With every rocking motion of her hips, she gets more and more into it. There’s nothing sexier than seeing this girl take her pleasure from us.

“I’m going to come,” she gasps.

“Yeah?” It’s taking a lot of fucking effort to keep myself from thrusting. The way she’s moving her hips, sliding that sweet cunt back and forth on my dick, is driving me to insanity.

“Yeah.” She slides down, taking me all the way.

“Fuck,” I say. “Come on my cock, baby. Come on Gage’s fingers.”

She cries out, her pleasure echoing in the room.

I can’t hold still any longer, and I start pumping my hips.

“Yes! Dmitri, Gage—oh, fuck. Yes!” Leah’s pussy clamps down harder as she comes.

I can fucking feel Gage’s fingers in her, stuffing her ass full while I thrust. Everything is tight and wet and hot. An orgasm gathers at the base of my spine and explodes outward. Raw, rabid energy. I feel it in my cock, my balls, my heart—my fucking soul. My entire body goes rigid and I clasp Leah close.

“Gorgeous, fucking perfect,” I murmur. I want to stay like this forever.

I’m still inside her when Gage pulls his fingers out. He retrieves wipes, cleans himself. I help lift Leah and we both clean her up. Gage and I sit side by side, Leah curled against us. She sits on Gage’s lap but her legs stretch over my thighs. If I could only hold onto this piece of her, any piece of her, forever, I’d die happy.

We don’t know what this means for us. We don’t know how to tell Danica. We don’t know who put the Tagger on her car.

But for this moment, the three of us in this quiet room, none of that shit matters.

It’s just us.

We’ll figure out the rest later.

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