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Remy

I knowNick Bruin well enough to see what he has in mind. He wants to feel us both in her at once, stretched out and full, cum spilling out of her.

Fuck, I want it too.

“You turn the prettiest shade of lilac after you come,” I say into her neck, the deadhead moth that I inked into her just below. I bask in her halo of purple, the way she’s rocking her pussy into my cock, making me slick. “I’m gonna fuck your pussy, Vinny. You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” She makes a soft, agreeable sound and I pluck a kiss from her lips. “And then Nicky’s gonna fill your ass and make it feel so good.”

She shudders against me, eyes shifting over to Sy, who was pushed aside by Nick’s little jealous tantrum. Sy takes it in stride, eyes focused on Lavinia as he moves around the couch. She watches him closely. “And Sy?”

I thumb her mouth open, feeling the heat of her tongue swipe over the pad. “He’s going to fuck this sweet little mouth and feed you his cum.”

She flattens her hands across my chest, indulgently squeezing my muscles. “What if I can’t take that much?”

I frame her face, making her look at me. “You’ll try for me, won’t you, Vinny?” I’ve been thinking about it for so long–being inside of her with one of the others. Feeling the way she stretches for us, making room, taking every drop of each Duke.

My cock jerks in excitement.

“You don’t have to,” Sy says, leaning over the back of the couch and kissing her neck. “But I like seeing you like this, baby. Fucking your Dukes. Watching my brothers fill you up.” I see it ripple through his neck like a shockwave, and I bet his cock is jerking eagerly, too.

“I want to taste you,” she says, licking her lips. “Please?”

Sy leans over my shoulder, his massive cock swinging overhead. A lesser man would be intimidated, but that shit doesn’t bother us. Whatever it takes to satisfy our girl. And from the way she immediately surges forward to mouth at the swollen head, this is it. I don’t see Sy’s face, but I see his hands, slamming down hard into the back of the couch and digging in hard, knuckles turning white as her tongue curls out to catch his precum.

He curses low and harsh, “Fuck, Lav.” She hums, kissing the tip of his cock like a lover–slow and sweet and slick. From the spread of wet heat coating my cock, what she needs now is to take my dick. I meet Nick’s gaze over her shoulder, raising my chin. “Me first?”

His jaw tightens like I’m asking him to do some gravely Herculean task. “Fine,” he grinds out, grabbing her hips and tilting them upward for me. I reach between us to grab my cock, sliding it through her folds so she knows what’s coming. She responds by moaning around Sy’s cock, wriggling her hips to chase me.

I slide into her with a long, torturous exhale, Nick bringing her down slowly to my lap. It feels like velvet lava, so wet and warm. Our tattoos are lined up, her star meeting my moon for a kiss when she sinks all the way down, our hips touching.

Since she’s already come, she’s lost that frenzied desperation I love so much, but it’s replaced with a languid sigh, her hips rolling into my thrust. Sy’s fingers tangle in her hair as her red mouth engulfs the tip of his cock, cheeks caving with a soft suck.

He lets out a strained groan. “Remy, come on. Give her something.” If he wants me to start fucking her hard and fast, then he’s going to be disappointed. I want this moment–her Royal coronation–to last.

So I respond by rocking up into her, reveling in the soft mewl that vibrates through her chest. Easing us into a slow pace, she tips her face upward for Sy, watching him as she locks and sucks his cock. This means her tits, so soft and perfect, are right in front of my eyes, undulating with another roll of her hips. There are worse things I could be staring down. The swell of them is flushed a vivid fuschia, or maybe that’s just the color she’s become with the three of us on her like this.

I grab them with both hands, soft and supple, pushing them together to caress them with my tongue. Her nipples are hard between my teeth, and when I give one a gentle nibble, her whole body kicks forward.

Her head falls back, releasing Sy’s cock, and she gives a short, wet gasp. She’s right. She can’t take us all at once, but only because we’re so damn good at driving her wild. Behind her, Nick is watching with a glazed, drunk expression.

“You know why I never tattooed your tits?” I ask, rolling my hips upward.

She shakes her head, hair cascading over her shoulders. I see Sy fist his cock, stroking himself patiently until Vinny’s ready for him again. “W-why?”

“Because,” I take one nipple in my mouth and lazily tongue the peak. When it’s stiff and hard, I do the other. Her hips lurch forward and she hums overhead.

She leans into me, her silky veil of hair shielding us from my brothers. “Why, Remy?”

“They’re already perfect,” I explain, holding her glazed stare. “So many good colors. Pink and umber. Ivory and porcelain. Sensitive, too. Absolutely fuckable.” She grinds down, heat engulfing me. “Shit, Vin.” I hold onto her hips, lifting my foot to the coffee table for leverage.

“Oh, god,” she gasps, hips rocking faster. Her hands land on my chest and she looks down at me, eyes blazing.

The words tumble from my lips. “I love you, Vinny. I love your wet pussy and your perfect tits. I love how you turn amethyst when you look at me like that.” I touch her bottom lip, slick and wet from Sy fucking her mouth. “I love the way you look sucking Sy’s cock. And taking Nick’s bullshit.”

“He’s doing this on purpose, you know?” Nick says. He’s naked and slowly rising from his sex-fueled stupor, shoulder shifting with the slow stroke of his palm gliding down his cock. “Dragging this out so that when I finally get in you, it’s gonna last all of two seconds.”

“I’m an artist,” I argue, “even when I’m making love. Shut the fuck up.” I roll my eyes, but I can feel that she’s eager for more, so I palm each of her ass cheeks. “You ready for him, beautiful?”

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