Page 58 of Come to Head

She woke up with a scream, but it was muffled by Maddox’s hand.

“Shhh, it’s us, we’ve got you,” he whispered hushed praises into her ear.

Emilio pounded into her, forgetting entirely of their plans to let Oliver sleep through it all. He needed his release. That one second of panic when her eyes had opened? Her body taking all of him even as he violently thrusted into her?

It was an oil fire spreading rapidly across his nerves, burning hotter than he had ever felt before. His balls fuckingtingled. His heart pounded maddeningly.

“I love you, Isa.” And he did. She was perfect for him. Made for him.

She moaned, clenching around him as he filled her.

“Who’s up next?”

Epilogue: Oliver

His Isobel

That Same Night

Why was this wet dream so realistic?

Oliver shifted in his sleep, his hips thrusting up on their own accord.

“Tell me no if you don’t want this,” Isobel’s voice cut through the dream and he instinctively reached for it.

His hands found the bones of her hips. “Of course I want this, I always want you.” And he did. He hadn’t had a sex dream this visceral before, but he would take it.

He would fuck Isobel in any plane or dimension as long as it was her on top of him.

And he was certain it was.

Heat. Pleasure. Desire.

Fuck this was too goddamn good.

Was it the vacation that had forced his mind to let go, to relinquish control, and finally relax?

If so, he pledged to do it again and again.

“That’s right just like that Ellie, let me sink into that ass of yours.”

Except he didnotwant Maddox in his dream.

“Put me in your mouth. Show us how you can takeus all at once.”

Or Emilio.

Oliver’s heart raced against the confines of his chest.

This isn’t a dream.

He opened his eyes, lifting his head he took in the full scene.

“Hi there boss man,” Isobel said, or at least it sounded like she did. She was on top of him, his dick in her, while Maddox took her from behind.

And Emilio? He was off to the left, her lips suctioned around his cock.

“What the—”

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