Page 55 of Carry Your Debt

I brace myself.

“Can I kiss you this time?” he asks her, ever so gently. Like he’s trying not to spook her.But it’s too late—Sabine’s expression has already blanked.

He freezes while still inside her.

That’s my cue.

I lean back, giving myself just enough room that I can line myself up properly. Then, grabbing a hold of Miller’s slender hips, I squeeze once.“Breathe,” I bark, and it’s the only warning he gets as I punch straight into his ass, driving us both forward with the motion.

Hermes squeals as he takes me to the root, at the same time as he bottoms back out inside Sabine. There’s nothing gentle about the way I take control of him then—but the noises he makes each time I pound my way back into him tell me he’s not a stranger to hard and fast.

I grunt as each of my cold piercings drags over every hot ridge and valley of him.

Hotandtight.

Just like her.

Fuck. Why does he feel so fucking good?

Sabine’s tongue darts out to wet her lips, watching the shapes we make as we move over her together. The rising tide of her release seems to have swept away her moment of trepidation; her face is relaxed once more, eyes heavy and full of lust as she focuses on Hermes’s sweetly tortured features.

“You take him so well,” she praises him from below. Hermes’s response is babbled and incoherent, completely and utterly lost to the divine pleasure of her cunt.

My gaze collides with Sabine's, sharing a heated look together over his shoulder before I drop down against hisdewy back. And when my hands land over his, his long fingers instinctively curl between mine.

Each vicious snap of my hips feels like it forces him deeper and deeper inside her—until I’m not entirely sure whether it’s Hermes and me sharing Sabine, or if it’s me and Sabine who are sharing the little blond fucker. But it feels good either way; my using him to pleasure her like he’s our own personal sex toy.

No, not just good.

Right.

“Fuck,right there,” Sabine’s moaning now, and from the way Hermes’s ass clamps down in response, I know he’s got to be close as well. The color is high in both their cheeks, sweat dotting their hairlines.

ThankChrist, because I’m about ready to go over the edge here, myself.

“Babygirl, you gonna soak his cock while I flood this tight little ass?” I smirk down at her, loving that spark of extra heat my words always seem to light up in her eyes.

“I’m almost there,” she pants, eyelashes fluttering.

My pace ramps up. “You gonna come too? Fill that pussy up like the good boy I know you are?” I grit out against Hermes’s ear.

“Can I?” he practically whimpers back.

Fuck.

“Yes, you earned it,come for us,” I urge, my voice coming out with an extra sharp, domineering rasp.

Sabine’s eyes roll back with my words—right before the two of them lock up, gasping and groaning together through each of their joint orgasms like it was choreographed.

The unrelenting pressure on my cock is more than enough to tip me over, but it’s the sights and sounds that finally do me in. Before I know it, I’m violently unloading, filling Hermes to the absolute fucking brim.

Just as I promised him.

Toes curled and biceps stinging, there’s a second where I think I could stay right here, like this, forever. Instead, I force myself to pull out and roll away so I don’t collapse and crush them both.

But not before I catch sight of the decadent fucking cream pie I made of Hermes’s hole.

“Fuck, that’s a beautiful mess. Wrecked that assso good,” I groan, like I’m in pain. “Made him into a Twinkie, babygirl. All full of cream.”

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