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She stretches out on top of me like a cat, bottom high in the air. We’re both breathing hard as Hugh tells her he’s removing the plug. He wipes away the excess lube with a washcloth, then takes them both to the washroom.

I’m sinking her sweet, tight pussy onto my cock as he returns. She’s already close, the soft ridges of her cunt fluttering around me as Hugh preps her for him. A finger makes her squirm, and two—fuck, that feels good for me, too.

And then he’s behind her, condom on.

“Ready for me?” he asks, and he’s grinning because he knows the answer is no-yes-no-oh-God.

As long as it’s not olives, we’re good.

“I’m ready,” she whispers.

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Beth

Lachlan presses into me, a deep, urgent thrust, before easing back and holding himself almost all the way out of me.

Just the tip of his erection, thick and hard, presses against my entrance. My pussy contracts around him, wanting him back.

“Wait, wait…” he says under his breath, watching me as I try to fuck down on him. He holds my hips firm and doesn’t let me move. “He needs space inside you.”

A tremor of fear ripples through me. They won’t both fit. That’s what he’s saying. This is a terrible idea and as much as I love, love, love how their fingers make me feel, I’ve now officially asked for more than is humanly possible and we need a new plan.

I open my mouth and a breathy whimper comes out, because Hugh is rubbing his cock against my back hole and oh my God, the feels.

Good ones, bad ones, crazy ones I don’t fully understand.

So. Much. Feeling.

Thanks to the plug, I’ve already had this violation tonight, and my body knows how to push against him, to bloom and welcome him inside me.

It still burns, but it’s a familiar ache that brings with it heart-stopping pleasure.

And he’s so much bigger than the plug or their fingers. He’s a blunt weapon of mass destruction, it feels like at first, so thick I’m not sure he’s going to actually get inside me, but he does.

I don’t bother begging him to go slow—I’m not sure I could talk, for one thing, and for another, he couldn’t go any slower.

For all his dirty, torturous ways, he’s a crazy careful lover, especially with my ass.

He holds himself just inside me as my muscles spasm around him, then he squeezes his hands into the fleshy curve of my hips and pushes all the way inside me.

Beneath me, Lachlan groans. “Jesus, I can feel you fucking her.”

“That’s the idea,” Hugh says, his voice cracking. “God, Beth. You’re so fucking tight.”

Here is where I should tell him it’s because he’s so big. Big and hard. But all that comes out is more of those feeble, whimpering moans, because he’s inside my ass—and he is big, and hard—and feelings have replaced language in my brain.

Like Lachlan did, he holds himself deep inside me, then eases almost all the way out.

And Lachlan thrusts into my pussy.

Mother of— “Ah!”

He nails every sweet spot on the way in, and on the way out, Hugh’s filling me from behind.

A disorientingly good push-pull slide of hard flesh against soft begins. Hugh, then Lachlan, and back again. Slow, sure pumps of their hips, driving their cocks into my body from two different places, but oh so close together.

My skin feels hot and tight, my breasts heavy as they rub against Lachlan’s chest. Between my legs, my clit is hard, throbbing, and Lachlan’s making sure to rub against it, too.

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