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His eyes don't leave my face.
Carter's hands go to the insides of my thighs, from behind.
"Open for me, baby."
I part my legs.
His mouth finds me and I have to grab Adrian's arm with both hands, to stop me from falling.
Carter eats me from behind. He licks and sucks and when he bites gently I lose the thread of everything. He is not gentle. He is thorough and deliberate and his grip on my inner thighs is firm enough to feel like ownership.
Adrian has his forehead against mine, watching my face fall apart.
"There you go," he breathes. "Feel good?" His hand finds my breast, rolls my nipple between his fingers with just enough pressure that I gasp. "I want to hear you. Don't hold it in."
Carter enters me with two fingers and curls them and I moan so loud it startles me. He doesn't slow down. He fucks me with his fingers while he eats me at the same time and I am shaking before I am ready to be.
"Lick her asshole too. She likes it." William says from where he is seated at the edge of the bed.
I look at him across the room. He is watching my face with an intensity that is something beyond arousal, something obsessiveand entirely focused, his hand moving slow on his cock, his eyes tracking every flicker of my expression.
Carter's tongue finds my asshole and my legs threaten to give out.
Adrian tips my chin up. "Stay with me." His fingers circle my clit, slow and precise. His mouth is at my ear. "I've been thinking about watching you come since the second I saw you in that dress. The whole dinner." His fingers tighten at my hip, just briefly.
Carter is inside me with two fingers, his tongue is on my ass and Adrian's fingers are at my clit while William is watching me from the bed with his hand on his very hard cock, his full undivided obsessive attention on my face and the orgasm hits me before I get to brace for it.
I come shaking, legs failing entirely, Adrian's arm coming up around my waist to hold me up, his fingers still on my clit, not stopping, working me through it.
Carter rises behind me. His arms come around me too, holding me against his chest while his chin comes to the top of my head.
I want this moment to last forever.
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She's still shaking.
Fine tremors through her back where I'm holding her. Not dramatically, just her body slowly releasing. I can feel her pulse in the press of her skin against mine. I don't move. I stay exactly where I am with my arms around her and let her breathe.
God, she is beautiful.
I hold her, letting her catch her breath and when I think she's ready I say, "Come here," and I pick her up.
She doesn't argue. Her arms loop around my neck while she presses her face into the curve of my throat, and I carry her to the bed, settling her against the white of the sheets. She doesn't let go when I try to pull back. Her hands find my face and she kisses me, slow and full, her mouth soft and still faintly unsteady. I kiss her back and when I finally lift my head she's looking up at me with her hair spread out beneath her and I have to remind myself to breathe.
William comes around to the other side and lies down beside her.
I wait.
Some part of me was expecting something. The friction of it. Three men, same woman, and everything that implies. I wait to feel it wrong.
I doesn’t.
William starts kissing her throat, moving lower and when he finds her nipple she arches. He watches her face when she reacts. He looks at her the way a man looks at something he intends to keep.
"I've been dying to get a taste," Adrian says from the foot of the bed.
