Page 127 of The Rival's Obsession
“God. You do.”
I’m a panting, moaning mess and I don’t give a shit.
This is surrender, and I’m done fighting it.
“Fuck me,” I grit out as they move—harder, faster, deeper.
I widen my legs more because I’m a fucking whore for this. For him.
“Jesus. Fuck me so good.”
I close my eyes, my head tipping back—and just feel.
That’s all I can do: feel. And hold on for my fucking life.
“That’s it. Take it for me.”
Dante is slamming into me, Eve rolling and bouncing in time with him like they’re conducting a perfect symphony together.
“You take every fucking inch I give you in this tight, pretty hole.”
Christ almighty.
“Oh my god, Grant.”
Eve moans it out, working her wet pussy on me, and it’s fucking heaven.
She leans down, fucking me, kissing my neck, and losing herself on my dick.
“You hear how good your cock feels in her, amore mio?”
Dante’s gritting through the pleasure building in him too, his grip on my hips hardening.
“That delicious cock I sucked down my throat—and I’m still fucking starving for you,bug.”
The pressure builds—impossibly sharp, like a wire pulled tight through the center of my body.
I’m strung out between their mouths, their hands, their heat.
Eve circles her hips on me, moaning my name like a benediction.
Dante drives deeper, hitting something inside me that sends me arching off the bed.
I cry out, wrecked and trembling.
“I’m—fuck—I’m gonna come?—”
Dante’s eyes lock onto mine.
“Then come, baby. Let go for me. Squeeze that tight little ass around my fat cock, Grant. We’ve got you.”
So, God—I do.
The orgasm tears through me like fire and flood.
White-hot. Endless.
I shatter—hips bucking, voice cracking, body wrung out in a full-body quake.
