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“Bella, I want you on top, facing me,” I direct.

As Neomi takes her position, I grab my lube from the nightstand. I pour a small amount into my hand, coating my cock. I keep the lube close by, then focus on them. Gabriel’s hands are roaming Neomi’s skin, fingertips skating along the side of her breasts, down to the swell of her hips.

Inching forward, I take Gabriel’s cock in my hand and begin to stroke him. His eyes flutter shut and his lips part on a breath. While his hips rock up into my hand, he reaches around Neomi, stretching to place his fingers on her clit, rotating in lazy circles.

“I need a condom.” Gabriel raises his head from the pillow.

“No. No condom.” Neomi shakes her head.

The thought of Gabriel fucking Neomi bare is almost enough to make me come right then and there.

“I’m clean,” Gabriel assures us.

I suck in a breath. “Christ, I can’t wait to see his cum dripping from your pussy, Bella.”

I steady his cock at the base and slap it against Neomi’s wet pussy, relishing ‌the sound of the contact. Neomi gasps, then bites down on her bottom lip, her eyes sending me a silent plea.

“I want to see this sweet little cunt filled with your cock, Gabriel. I want you to fuck our girl,” I growl.

Neomi’s hips lift and I slot the head of Gabriel’s cock against her entrance. She slides down slowly, taking every inch.

“So fucking hot,” I hiss.

“You’re soaking me, Siren, fuck, you feel so good bare,” he says, voice rough.

I pick up the lube and coat my fingers.

“You’re going to take my cock, Gabriel,” I warn him.

“Do it, Lars. Be a good boy and fuck me,” he says, voice desperateand raw.

I spread Gabriel’s legs wider and place two fingers right under his balls, stroking with pressure. His hips thrust up, fucking into Neomi harder. Her moans fill the room as she leans back, hands on his chest, tits bouncing. I lean forward, taking one of her nipples into my mouth, and I suck hard as my fingers slide lower to Gabriel’s hole, spreading the lube in slow rotations.

“Give me your fingers, Lars,” he says, voice rough.

I press one inside, switching my mouth to Neomi’s other breast while I begin to work him, gliding in and out. Once he relaxes, I add a second, pushing deeper. I angle my fingers, looking for that small spot inside. I know I’ve found it when his body shudders, hips losing rhythm. I keep pumping in and out, stretching him.

“You need to fuck me, Lars,” Gabriel says, voice unsteady.

I slide my fingers out, coat my cock with lube one more time and then grip my length, notching the head against him. Neomi looks down and she moans.

“Do you enjoy watching us, Bella?” I ask her.

“Shit, yes. Oh my God, it’s so good.”

I press a quick kiss to her forehead as I press in and fuck it’s so tight that my vision blurs. I meet resistance just inside and slow my efforts.

“Relax, Gabriel, let me in,” I say, placing my hand on his inner thigh to massage the muscle there.

Neomi reaches between us to cup his balls as she gently rocks. I press in again and ever so slowly breach the tight ring of muscle inside. I look over Neomi’s shoulder, and my eyes meet his as he gives me a small nod. With that simple gift of permission, I slowly slide in deeper until my hips meet his skin.

“Goddamn it. Fuck, you’re so tight, Gabriel,” I hiss out, my head falling to Neomi’s chest.

“Move, Lars. I need you to move,” Gabriel strains.

I begin to pump in and out of him slowly, watching him stretch around my cock. So tight, so warm, so fucking good. Neomi rides him, and we find our rhythm.

“Oh God,” Gabriel cries out. “Fuck me, both of you, fuck me hard.”