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“Holy fuck,” Stitches groaned as I worked him the best I could. “Fuck, angel. You’re going to make me come if you keep doing that.” He raked his fingers through my hair and let his head fall back against the cushions.

I whimpered as Church kept pounding away between my legs. I was so overwhelmed with so many feelings that I couldn’t focus.

I came with a muffled cry on Stitches’s dick.

“Fuck,” he moaned, his thick, salty release shooting deep into my throat. I coughed and gagged on him, but Church reached out and forced me to remain on Stitches’s dick.

“Again. Keep sucking,” he snarled out. “You don’t stop until you tell me you’re fucking impressed.”

I winced as Stitches let out a soft cry, his body fidgeting from how sensitive I knew he had to be. He drew in a few deep, even breaths before he could stop trembling and kept going.

Church swiveled his hips, and the move made me come again. I shook beneath him as he just continued to keep pounding deeper into me, the sound of our skin slapping echoing in the room.

Stitches came again in my mouth minutes later, his body trembling violently. I’d made a mess of his last orgasm. I wasn’t able to swallow it, and it had just sort of leaked from my mouth and gave me a sticky face and Stitches a damp lap.

If he cared, he didn’t make mention of it.

“Fucking eat him with me,” was all Church said before he tugged my mouth off Stitches and kissed me deeply, collecting Stitches’s come in his mouth. It was a vulgar mess, Stitches’s release dribbling out as Church deepened the kiss, both of us eagerly swallowing.

“Fuck, that’s hot,” Stitches murmured in a husky voice.

Church let out a low, feral groan. His cock twitched deep inside me as he filled me with his release.

Hard planes of corded muscle tensed beneath my hands as I clung to him.

“Tell me,” he choked out in a shaky voice, his forehead pressed against mine. “Tell me I impress you, specter. Fuck, I need to hear it.”

“Y-You impress me,” I whispered to him.

His lips crashed against mine, his tongue sliding against mine in a frenzied dance. He moved again, going for another round.

Stitches didn’t move out from beneath us. He simply unbuttoned my shirt and let my breasts spill from my bra cups before massaging them while Church fucked me once more.

I truly was impressed.

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I restedmy head against Stitches’s shoulder as we sat on the couch later that evening. Church had been in a pleasant mood since and was even making dinner. It wasn’t often I saw him cook, and it was typically just a sandwich or something easy, like mac and cheese, but the smells from whatever he was making permeated throughout the house, making my stomach growl.

Stitches chuckled as it gave a loud rumble and kissed the top of my head.

“Poor, angel. All that fucking earlier worked up an appetite, huh?”

I slapped playfully at his leg, making him chuckle.

“I loved you both eating my come. Fuck, that’s gotta be one of the hottest things ever. I wouldn’t say no if you wanted to suck my dick again…”

I ran my hand to the growing bulge in his pants, and he let out a soft hiss.

“I can’t get enough of you,” he murmured, tilting my head up so he could kiss me while I rubbed him over his pants.

The sound of footsteps on the stairs had me jerking away from him to find Cady standing awkwardly at the bottom. She twisted her hands in front of her, her eyes rimmed in red from crying. Immediately, I was on my feet and rushing to her.

I threw my arms around her, sobbing softly. She broke with me, both of us clinging to one another.

“Rina,” she cried, hugging me tightly.

I rocked with her for a long time before pulling away and staring into her tear-stained face.

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