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“On your stomach, JoyJoy,” he orders, his voice strained.

I glance back, my mouth drying at the sight of Lane’s rock-hard cock, leaking at the tip. Prepping me while watching Joy come on my face has been torture for him and my stomach flips nervously at the hungry look in his dark-blue eyes.

Joy turns limply onto her stomach and Lane pulls her toward us so her feet can touch the floor. Her perfect ass and swollen pussy look good enough to make me groan out loud.

“Fuck her,” he says, flipping open the bottle of lube and coating his cock. “Sink your pretty dick into that perfect pussy.”

His teeth graze my shoulder and I grip Joy’s hips, easing myself inside. She moans into the comforter as I sink into her, and I trace my fingers over her tattoo, pulling out just a little before pushing back in, marveling at the sight.

Lane’s hand presses firmly between my shoulder blades, bending me over and then the head of his cock pushes against my hole.

“Breathe, Rossi,” he says against my ear. “I’m going to make you feel so fucking good.”

He pushes in slowly and I try to bear down, breathing through the burn, as his cock stretches me so much more than his fingers. The gentle rhythm of his hips as he works himself slowly inside me, pushes me deeper into Joy, keeping my dick from completely deflating from the uncomfortable sensation. With each inch deeper he sinks, he presses kisses to my shoulders, his hands stroking up and down my body, and I close my eyes, losing myself in the sensation. It’s so tender in contrast with the way my body is aching and stretching to accommodate him, and emotion wells in my chest.

“Are you okay?” Lane asks softly against my ear, his fingers squeezing my sides. His voice is strained, and I can only imagine how much it’s taking out of him to hold back.

I nod, sweat beading at my forehead and I try not to think about the burn. Joy wraps her hands around mine, lacing our fingers together as my body blankets hers, and I dip my head, pressing a kiss to her shoulder.

“Almost there,” he grits out, and then his hands grip my hips, and he sinks all the way inside me, my body sucking him in until his hips fall flush with my ass. “Fuck.Fuck,Aldo. You feel fucking amazing.”

I swallow a cry, panting a little as I hold myself over Joy, the feeling of being so full completely all consuming. After a few seconds, Lane pulls out just a little and pushes back in. I draw in a ragged breath, and he repeats the action, dragging a moan from deep in my chest.

“Does that feel good?” he asks, the strain of holding back evident with each word.

“Yes,” I gasp out. And it does. The burn has faded a little, still there, but outmatched by the overload of pleasure.

Joy whimpers as Lane picks up speed, the thrusts of his hips as he pounds into me causing me to fuck her deep and hard, my dick rock hard again. Lane is completely in control, fucking us both, and it’s unlike anything I could ever have imagined.

“You look good enough to eat, Rossi,” he says, biting down where my neck meets my shoulder, then licking over the spot. “I wish you could see how fucking good you look taking my cock while you fuck our girl.”

I try to answer, but I can’t form words and, as Lane takes my hips in his tight grip and starts slamming into me, it’s all I can do to focus on not crushing Joy as my limbs turn to mush. Lane moves one of my legs, tugging my knee onto the bed and the new angle makes me swear loudly as his cock hits my prostate with almost every pass.

“Fuck.Fuck! I’m so close,” I grit out.

Joy’s fingers tighten on mine, but I pull one of my hands back, reaching beneath her to rub her clit. She buries her face in the covers, her pants becoming whimpers as Lane continues to fuck me into next week.

“Kiss me,” I murmur against her ear as her body starts to tense in the way I know means she’s close.

She turns her head and I steal every moan with a filthy kiss, sucking her tongue and biting her lips as her pussy clamps down around my dick. Behind me, Lane bites and licks at my neck and shoulders and my balls tighten, my spine tingling, as he concentrates his thrusts, hitting that spot with every pass.

His grunted pants against my ear are what finally tip me over the edge and I come harder than I ever have in my life, my vision blacking out for a second. My ass grips around Lane’s cock as I pulse out my release and when his hips stutter in their rhythm, he follows after with a rumbling groan, his fingers digging into my hips hard enough to bruise, and his mouth pressing kisses to my spine.

When he pulls out, I suck in a breath at the loss, but then collapse on my back beside Joy, eyes closed, completely and utterly fucked.

Lane chuckles softly. “Don’t move.”

“Couldn’t if I wanted to,” Joy mumbles.

As Lane heads to the bathroom, the room is filled with the sound of my breathing, but as it starts to calm, I know I need to move soon to clean up. I can already feel Lane’s come escaping. But then he reappears with what looks like a washcloth in his hands.

“What are you doing?” I grumble as he kneels between me and Joy, where we’re still half draped over the foot of the bed, unable to move.

“Cleaning you two dirty bastards up so we can cuddle,” he says.

Joy giggles. “Are you serious?”

I grin, watching Lane shake his head before letting my eyes fall closed again. “You’re dripping water all over your carpet.”

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