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Danny pauses. His mouth still against my dripping wet pussy.

“I gave you so many reasons not to trust me. I showed you who I was, after all. The real me. So I don’t blame you for being cautious or wanting some grand gesture of commitment. So how about I give you something better than a ring, yeah?”

Alec pushes me aside and takes Danny’s cock from my hands. He says, “Stay close, nunu. I’ve got something for you too.” And then his mouth covers the head of Danny’s cock.

“Motherfucker,” Danny says, lifting his hips up to thrust deeper inside Alec. He squeezes my ass cheeks, then slaps them, making me grunt from the sharp sting. But he’s too distracted to keep licking me. And I don’t mind that one bit. I want him to have that needy ache for us the way we have it for him.

So I rise up on my knees, Grab Alec’s shoulders, digging my fingernails into his hard flesh, and settle my clit against Danny’s chin so I can fuck his face.

I grind on him. Just as Danny grinds on Alec. And poor Alec. No one has his cock in their hands, or their mouth.

I want to fix that. I want all the sides of this triangle to be equal. So I duck under Alec’s muscled arm, reach for his cock, and begin to stroke him.

“Oh, yes,” he breathes out around Danny’s swollen tip. “I like that very much, thank you.”

I want to suck him. I want to suck them both. I want them to be inside me at the same time. I want all of them…

And just when I think there’s no possible way to feel more…

Danny begins to lick me again. His fingers bang inside me. One, then two, then… Oh, Jesus Christ, that’s exactly what I’ve been waiting for. I grind harder on his face. My clit bumping up against his chin. Everything is wet. I feel like I’m dripping. My fingertips slide between my legs, scoop it up, and then grab Alec’s cock again so I can share it with him.

My hand slides effortlessly up and down his shaft. Alec’s sucking noises are driving me crazy. Danny’s fingers, and his chin, and my hips, and his hips, and…

I come.

Moaning and writhing. And the second the release escapes, I want more.

More of them. More of us. More of everything.

CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT - DANNY

I don’t know what the fuck is happening. All I know is… it feels like… I can’t even describe it. Alec is sucking my cock like he worships it. And he’s right, it’s better than a ring. Tells me way more than a ring ever could. More than words ever could.

Christine’s come is all over my face. Her body went stiff, just like before. The perfect little tell. I like the way her legs trembled when she climaxed. I like the way her pussy quivered and clamped around my fingers and I want that to be my cock. I want to be inside her and… and I want Alec to be inside her too. I want to feel him fuck her as I fuck her. I want to feel his balls tighten against mine as we come inside her.

I push Christine forward and she slumps over onto my chest, her breath hot against my sweat-slicked stomach.

“Turn around,” I say. “And put me inside you.”

“Oh, my God,” she whispers. But she does it. And Alec helps her.

His eyes meet mine when he sits up, and he smiles. His hand is still working my dick. Like if there’s any possible chance I’ll soften before Christine lowers her pussy over me, he’s gonna be there to save the moment.

There is no chance of that.

Christine is facing me now. Her hips hovering over mine. Her hand grasping my cock, guiding it to her deliciously wet pussy. And the moment I enter her is one I will remember for the rest of my life.

It is pure bliss. It is everything I’ve ever wanted. Better than the first time. Better than the second time. Because this time I’m hers. And I give in. I’m his too.

Being all in makes a difference. It changes everything.

“Stop thinking so hard, my boet,” Alec says. “Enjoy it, man.”

“I am,” I moan out. “It can’t get any better than this.”

He mumbles something like, “Give me a little credit.”

And then Alec pushes Christine forward so her face is tucked up against my neck. I hug her around the waist as Alec thrusts his hips forward.