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He fucks me hard and fast. There’s no time for me to ease into it, no time to hold on. He just starts pistoning his cock in and out of me, and I flap around on the bed for something to hold on to.

Xavier finds my hand, holding on tight, and I pant and moan as pleasure fills me up almost to bursting.

The two of them find a rhythm together. They pass me back and forth, and every time I think I’m getting close to falling apart, one of them pulls out, making space for the other. It’smore cooperation than they ever show in the office, and if they had to find some common ground, I am not upset about them finding it in my pussy.

The noises of pleasure keep spilling out of my mouth, and there’s nothing I can do to hold them back. Not when every touch, every stroke of their cocks inside me has the fire that’s been burning in the pit of my stomach building higher and higher, into a towering inferno.

“Shit,” Xavier hisses, his fingers gripping my thighs tightly. “I’m so fucking?—”

“Please. Please, Xavier, I want it. I need you, please.” I barely know what I’m begging for at this point, but my body knows. My body knows what it wants, what will make this moment feel complete, and Xavier’s clearly does too.

He shoves into me hard and deep, and I can feel the telltale swelling at the base of his cock.

My eyes fly open wide, my mouth dropping open as his knot swells to fill me. Something about that is enough to spark another orgasm in me finally, and I scream out, shaking on the bed, bucking my way through the waves and waves of almost painful pleasure that keep dragging me under.

Xavier starts to come as well, his cock spurting inside me as his knot thickens enough to tie me to him. It’s a stretch for my body to accommodate it, but it does, going tight around him.

“Fuck me,” Xavier groans, head hanging a bit while he struggles for breath. “You’re such a good girl, shortcake. So fucking good for me. For us. You feel so good, all snug and wet around my knot. You have no fucking idea.”

I moan from his words, and then look at Dominic. Xavier coming in me scratched the itch a bit, but not enough to complete me. I want more. I want him.

“Dominic,” I gasp out. “Please?”

“What do you need?” he asks, his voice gone even rougher.

“Your cum. Please, let me have it.”

His eyes flash, and he stares at me. “You want it? You want me to give you my cum?”

I nod as eagerly as I have strength for. “Please?”

“I can’t deny you anything, can I?” He chuckles.

But he wastes no time before straddling my upper body on the bed. He’s a comforting weight, adding to the sensation of the heavy knot inside me already. His big hands cup my breasts, pressing them together until they form a soft, warm channel for his cock.

I gasp as he presses his length, still wet with my slick, between my breasts and starts to fuck them, sliding his cock between them with the same intensity he used when he was fucking my pussy.

“Can you come again for us?” Xavier asks, drawing my attention back to him. “I want to feel you come around my knot.”

At this point, I’m willing to give them anything they want. I look up at Xavier with wide, open eyes, and he must like what he sees in my face because he smiles. “You’re so perfect,” he praises me. He reaches down between my legs where we’re still tied together and starts to rub my clit.

The first touch is like a jolt to the system, and I cry out, clenching a little around him, which just makes the sensation climb higher in a sexy feedback loop.

While Dominic fucks my breasts, growling and groaning at how good it feels, Xavier works my clit, and my head is spinning from all of it.

I can’t hold back as my body fills up with pleasure all over again, and it doesn’t take long for me to come again, crying out for them as I do.

Dominic curse as he also comes, spurting all over my chest as he buries his knot between my breasts.

We’re a panting, breathless mess in the moments after, and Dominic rises up onto his knees, taking most of his weight off me. I have a second to miss it before he’s guiding his cock closer to my mouth.

“Lick me clean,” he says. “Since you wanted my cum so badly.”

My mouth waters, and I immediately obey him, dragging my tongue over his knot to savor every drop of his cum that’s there. The hot, salty taste floods my mouth, and I moan like I want more, cleaning him up thoroughly.

There’s an answering groan as I do it, and my eyes slide to Tristan in surprise.

Chapter 29

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