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“None of that, Waverly. You’re going to want me to stretch you out before one of us fucks this pretty ass.”

Kade lifts my hips slightly so he can add, “And just so you know, the only way you’re coming is with our cocks filling both your holes, little whore.”

CHAPTER FIFTY-TWO

KADE

It’s official, I’m addicted to Waverly’s pussy.

It tastes so fucking good I’m almost certain I could spend full days with my face buried between her thighs, her legs trembling with every flick of my tongue.

And don’t even get me started on her mouth.

Fuck me. I’ve died and gone to heaven. Or hell, maybe. We all know I’m not crossing through those pearly gates.

If I rolled up to heaven expecting to be let in, I’m pretty sure God himself would laugh in my face.

But maybe all the deals I’ve made with the devil will grant me leniency.

I brush my thumbs over the globes of her ass soothingly while lapping at her pulsing clit. She’s too close to the edge even though she’s trying so hard to be good for us.

We’re pushing her further than perhaps we should the first time we share her, but I know in my very being that she can handle it. She can handleus, and so far, she’s proving me right.

I watch as Emmett presses a second finger into her ass, and her entire body tenses with the burn of the stretch, but she never stops working my cock with that sinful little tongue of hers.Fuck, you’d think the woman was made to suck my dick the way she knows every single thing that drives me closer to the edge.

He murmurs soft praise to her as he works, scissoring his fingers as she begins to relax and lean into the feeling of being stretched.

“How are you doing, Waverly?”

She pops off my dick, and I’m as relieved as I am saddened by the loss. I don’t want this to end too soon, but the way her mouth is working me is making it hard to remember why I can’t just come down her throat.

“Green, Sir,” she says on a moan. Seems our girl is enjoying her first anal experience. If only she knew how much better it’s going to get.

“Good girl,” he murmurs. “I can’t wait to see a jewel hiding between these perfect globes. Maybe we’ll have you work some shifts at the club with your ass and pussy filled so you’re wet and wanting when you finish.”

“I like that idea.” I swipe my tongue over her clit, and her body trembles over mine. “I think one of us will have to inspect how wet you are during your breaks too. Maybe bring you right to the edge a few times without allowing you to come so you’re aching for us when you’re finished.”

“Good thinking, brother,” Emmett says as Waverly’s pussy gushes at the idea. Yeah, our girl might want to tell us she doesn’t want any of what we’ve just said, but her body is telling me an entirely different story. “You’re going to take one more finger, and then we’re going to get to the main event.”

It’s not a question, and this time he doesn’t take the time for Waverly to get used to the idea. Instead, he pours another coat of lube over her ass and presses a third finger in right alongside the other two.

Waverly screams out, her hips thrusting forward to escape the intrusion, but I hold her steady in a bruising grip.

“Stay still, or you won’t come at all tonight. Emmett and I will take our fill of your body, fill you with our cum, and then we’ll go to bed with your little cunt aching for the orgasm she wasn’t allowed to have.”

The gasp that escapes her is so innocent I almost can’t handle it, but I force myself to go back to devouring her pussy to distract myself from how badly I need my own release.

Some say orgasm denial is only hard for the person being denied, but I’m here to tell you I’m in just as much pain as she is, if not more.

CHAPTER FIFTY-THREE

WAVERLY

Every sensation is overwhelming to the point I don’t know where I end and they begin.

It’s too much and not enough all at once, and I’m struggling to breathe as they play my body like they’ve been doing it their whole lives.

Like they know me better than I know myself.

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