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“C’mere, princess.” Eli holds out his hand.

I go to him. Dante’s hands find my hips from behind as I climb up, one foot planted on either side of their tangled legs, hovering over two cocks aligned and waiting for me.

“Plug’s coming out,” Dante warns, and then it does, and I gasp at the sudden emptiness, my body gaping, aching, ready.

“You control this.” Eli steadies my waist. “Every inch is yours to take or not take. Understand?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

“Good girl. Down you come.”

The first press of both heads against my entrance rips a gasp out of me. It’s more than the plug, more than fingers, blunt double pressure demanding entry, and I sink by inches, my thighs shaking, my body protesting and surrendering in waves.

“That’s it,” Dante breathes behind me. “That’s it, baby, look at you, taking two cocks in that tight ass like you crave us 24/7.”

“She’s barely got the heads in,” Cruz says from somewhere to my left, voice wrecked. “Sweetheart, you should see yourself. Stretched around both of them. Filthiest, most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”

I pause halfway down, panting, sweat sliding between my shoulder blades. Eli’s thumb finds my clit and circles, gentle, adding pleasure to balance the burn.

“Breathe,” Eli murmurs. “You’re doing so well. Taking us so well.”

“So proud of you,” Dante says against my spine, pressing kisses between my shoulder blades. “So beautiful. A little more, baby. You can do it.”

I bear down and sink and sink and then my thighs meet their laps and I can’t breathe. Can’t think. Two cocks buried completely in my ass, stretching me, filling me, claiming me from the inside out, and I have never in my life felt so possessed. So owned. So absolutely theirs.

“Fuck,” I choke out. “Fuck, I’m… you’re both…”

“We know.” Eli’s forehead presses against mine, his breath ragged. “We feel it too. God, princess, you’re so tight it hurts.”

“Don’t move. Just give me a second.”

Nobody moves. Dante’s arms wrap around my waist from behind, holding me steady, and the three of us breathe together, connected in the most intimate way bodies allow.

“Color,” Eli demands.

“Green. Green. Cruz, get up here. I need more.”

“Jesus Christ.” Cruz climbs onto the couch, straddling my spread thighs, his huge body crouching over all three of us. “You hear her? Two dicks in her ass and she needsmore. Greediest little thing in Virginia.”

“Your greedy little thing,” I fire back.

“Damn right you are.” His cock nudges my pussy, and even after everything, the stretch when he pushes in punches the air from my lungs. Three cocks. Two in my ass, one in my pussy, only a thin wall between them, and my whole body is nothing but nerve endings and need.

“I can feel you,” Dante groans. “Cruz, I can feel your cock through her. Fuck.”

“That’s the point, brother.” Cruz’s grin is feral, sweat already beading at his temple. “Brady. Get over here. Your girl’s got one more spot open and she’s crying for it.”

I am crying. Tears slide down my cheeks, not from pain, from the sheer overwhelming everything of it, and Brady appears in my blurred vision looking half-terrified and fully gone.

“Angel.” He cups my face. “You sure? You’re already…”

“Brady Williams, if you don’t get inside me right now, I will never forgive you.”

Cruz barks a laugh. “You heard the lady.”

The logistics take work. Cruz shifts his hips, Brady angles in from behind Cruz’s braced body, and my legs are spread wider than I thought possible, and then the head of Brady’s cock presses in alongside Cruz’s and the world whites out at the edges.

“Slow,” Eli commands. “Slow, Brady. Watch her face.”