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The room is luckily well-furnished for whatever we might want to do here.

Tristan pulls back enough that I can see his mouth is shiny from my arousal, and he gets to his feet, helping Dominic position me where he wants me.

Dominic sits down on the couch, shoving his pants down so that his cock juts out from his lap, thick and proud. My mouth waters just looking at it, and when Tristan and Xavier help me settle on Dominic’s lap, my body welcomes him immediately.

My back is to his chest, and his cock impales me slowly, sliding through the wet mess I am from Tristan’s mouth, filling me up.

I gasp and moan, head tipped back as I take every single inch of it.

“I’m going to fuck you just like this,” Dominic growls in my ear. “So everyone can see how well you take it. How your pussy grips my cock like it wants it to stay there.”

He holds onto my hips and starts moving, thrusting up in short bursts that have his dick hammering against the most sensitive parts of me.

My mouth drops open as I take it. Each thrust sends waves of pleasure washing through me, and it feels amazing.

Xavier takes up a spot on the couch near us, playing with my breasts while they bounce. He pinches my nipples, twisting them just enough to cause little sparks of pain that make me whimper for more.

Tristan kneels down again, dragging his hands over my legs and thighs, keeping me grounded with his touch.

“You see?” Dominic says. “You see how we can’t get enough of you. It doesn’t matter how many times we do this. Or how many times we have you. We always want more. You make us fucking starving for it.”

I moan, both from his words and from the stimulation all three of them are giving me.

“He’s right,” Xavier agrees. “You make us fucking insatiable. And we wouldn’t have it any other way.”

“Xavier,” I gasp, reaching for him. He snags my hand and brings it down between his legs.

“Feel what you do to me. Feel how much I want you.”

I feel it, the hard ridge of his cock in his pants. My fingers fumble for his zipper, and Xavier catches on quick, helping me to get his cock out.

Dominic keeps snapping his hips up, fucking into me, and I wrap my fingers around Xavier’s cock, feeling the velvety soft skin over the rock hard flesh of him. I drag my hand over his shaft and then up, rubbing my palm along the head.

He hisses through his teeth, his hips bucking like he wants more.

Tristan trails kisses along my thighs, and my head is just full of the three of them. They’re practically worshipping me with their hands, their mouths, their cocks.

It’s like being caught in a feedback loop of desire, where every time one of us wants, the rest compensate to make it happen. All I feel is arousal and pleasure, and I lose myself to it gladly.

My eyes close and I tip my head back, moaning Dominic’s name. My fingers tighten around Xavier’s shaft, and he curses under his breath, pinching a nipple in retaliation.

“Oh god,” I gasp. “You have no idea. How good you make me feel. No one’s ever—” My words get choked off when Dominic hits that spot so good, and my body trembles, pleasure rocking through me.

Distantly, I’m aware of a sound at the door, and my eyes open. I try to make myself focus, and I should be worried about what it is, but I’m half drunk on pleasure and desire.

The doorknob twists and the door opens, and I stare right into Wesley’s eyes as he walks into the room.

He’s on autopilot clearly, looking at the room at large before he realizes what he’s seeing.

“What the fuck are you doing?” he says in shock.

I stare at him, frozen in the moment.

Chapter 38

Penelope

My heart hammers and for the moment, it has nothing to do with the sex and everything to do with the unintentional audience.

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