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“You’re welcome,” he says, as he arches his back, causing Skyla and I to both groan in unison.

Together, we all find a rhythm. Skyla whimpers softly at first, but when Liam starts playing with her clit those sounds fade away, only leaving behind begging and want in her voice.

“Oh god! I’m so full! Holy shit. It hurts and it’s amazing. Oh god,” she shouts.

“You like being stuffed full of cock like a dirty girl?” I ask.

She nods her head helplessly, seemingly unable to speak as I pick up my pace. My cock rubs against Liam’s through her, andI’d never admit it, but I fucking love it. I’ve never felt anything like it, and I know that I don’t want this moment to end, fucking ever.

His eyes are on mine, lust-drunk and hazed, as his hand continues rubbing Skyla’s clit. Those eyes, though? Those soft, pale green eyes? They never leave mine.

A challenging look crosses his face, as he gives a short and hard thrust through Skyla that hits right against my tip. I grit my teeth, not wanting to show how that affects me before I do the same in return. He doesn’t seem to have the same willpower though, or isn’t ashamed of it. He lets out a sharp moan that is like something out of a porno.

Kinda hot, honestly.

Something in me likes getting the upper hand. I do it again and again, pulling moan after moan out of both him and Skyla. I feel like a fucking king, a god, doling out pleasure with the barest amount of effort.

When his eyes come to mine again, something changes. I don’t know if it’s the air in the room or too much pleasure wrapped up in one moment, but I feel it in the pit of my stomach. I swallow roughly as I attempt to look away from him, focusing on the beautiful view of Skyla bent over for me. Possessing a mind of their own though, my eyes track back to Liam’s waiting gaze.

I watch as he sinks his straight teeth into his lip, and it makes my cock jerk inside Skyla. She turns her head to look at me, her eyes moving from both of us before she whispers to me.

“Kiss him.”

“What?” I snap, ripping my eyes away from Liam.

“Kiss him, please. I want to watch you.”

I scoff, sparing a look at Liam, who is staring at me with that same challenging gaze.

“You’re barking up the wrong tree, babygirl,” Liam says after a moment.

She pouts, her ass thrusting against me as she whines.

“For me? Please,” she begs the two of us.

Liam shakes his head.

“You’d have a better chance of getting Vincent to kiss me than Asher, babygirl.”

I don’t like that. Something in me really doesn’t fucking like that, and before I know what I’m doing, I lean over Skyla, wrapping my hand around Liam’s throat and crush my lips to his.

For a moment, neither of us move. Not our hips, not our mouths. Nothing. I think he’s in shock, or maybe it’s me. All I know, is that when his lips close around my bottom lip, I lose myself in this moment. Our thrusts pick up, lips brushing against each other, and I feel Skyla pulsate around me.

“Oh my god! Oh my god!”

She screams out her release, and I have no choice but to follow along with her. Liam is right there with us, letting out a strangled whimper into my mouth. I feel his cock jerk inside her, so I know he can feel mine as well.

Savagely, I rip my mouth away from his, still holding a firm grip on his throat as he looks up at me and I pull every last drop of cum I can out of me. When I’m finished, I carefully pull out of Skyla, finally releasing Liam’s neck before I stand up and move to the bathroom. I start up the shower, jumping in before the water is even hot as I rest my head against the cool tile.

What the fuck just happened.

Chapter Twenty Seven

Liam

When I woke up this morning, it was from Skyla sneaking out of bed and into the shower. I blinked my eyes open in time to watch her perfect naked ass slink off to the bathroom before the water turned on.

I looked to my left to see Asher on his side, facing me, still in a deep sleep. Fuck me, last night was definitely a night that I’ll never forget. I’m sure it’s one none of us will. I can’t lie that since the other day on the couch, I’d been noticing Asher a little more, outside of the normal obvious thought that he’s attractive. I found myself watching him talk, the way his Adam’s apple bobbed when he swallowed roughly, or how he’d run his fingers through his hair when he was frustrated.

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