She slips her hand into his, and Zeke’s palms are already on her hips, lifting her just enough to line her up before slamming into her from below. He fucks her hard, and from where I’m kneeling, I can see every bounce of her tits and twitch of her thighs.
“Holy shit, Zeke… Don’t stop,” she whimpers, already losing herself.
“Come on, baby,” I growl, rolling my hips slow and deep into Roman, who’s clenching around me like he needs this as much as she does.
She cries out, her head thrown back as she rides the line between pain and bliss. I reach for her and grab a fistful of her hair.
“Look at you,” I murmur. “You love this, don’t you? Being our beautiful little fuck toy. Ours to use. Ours to love.”
She moans, broken and breathless, and yeah—she fucking lives for this the way we do.
“I’m coming… oh my god,” she screams, her whole body shaking.
Zeke holds her there, fucked open and spent, until the lastripple runs through her and her legs finally go slack around his waist.
When he lifts his face, the heat burning in his eyes makes it feel like he’s already inside me.
“Think I can borrow Zeke? I want him to fuck me the way he just fucked you.”
Addie climbs off Zeke, still catching her breath, and he moves around the bed. He goes to Roman first, cups his face, and brushes their mouths together, grounding them both in that unspokenYou good?Roman nods, and Zeke moves behind me. His hand grips my jaw, and he kisses me. I melt into it, hearing the sound of lube being pumped.
“Fuck, that feels good,” I manage, my mouth falling open the second his finger slips inside me.
Zeke chuckles, and I feel his warm breath on the back of my neck. “That’s because I know exactly how you like to be played with.”
I look up, and Roman and Addie are kissing. She’s stroking his cock, teasing him while he moans into her mouth.
“You ready for me, wild boy?”
“Hell yes.” I gasp, and the second he replaces his fingers with his cock, my eyes roll so far back I might see God—or the devil, not that I care because if this is hell, then chain me up. “Fuuuck?—”
Roman’s tight around me, every muscle clenching, while I fuck into him. Zeke’s trying to rearrange my entire existence, and it’s working because I’m pretty sure my soul’s about to leave my body. And then there’s Addison—she’s a masterpiece—naked, spread, wet, and gorgeous, put on display for us like the filthy dream she is. She watches all of us with her pouty lips slightly open and eyes wide, like this is the best day of her life.
But she’s not just watching us; she’s feeling us.
Every kiss she gives Roman.
Every time she strokes him.
Every sound that leaves my mouth when Zeke nails that spot that makes me almost black out.
It’s overwhelming in the best possible way. Filling Rome. Getting fucked by Zeke. Watching our girl melt between us. Yeah, this is it. I’ve peaked. I’ve fucking ascended. If I died right now, face down and fucked stupid, between the people I love, so be it.
Best death, best life, no question.
Zeke and I find a rhythm, and Jesus Christ, I’m not gonna last. I’m already holding on by a thread, and it’s fraying fast.
Addie’s dragging her tongue along the ink on Roman’s chest while she pumps his cock in her fist, but he’s watching me now—his eyes dark, and when he nods once, that’s it.
That’s him handing everything over.
That’s him telling me not to hold back.
I start to thrust roughly, pounding into him. Zeke’s behind me, railing me like he owns me. His hands dig into my shoulders so hard they’ll bruise, and he’s grunting like an animal right against my spine.
“Jesus, baby, suck me into that pretty little mouth…” Roman begs, and watching the way Addie fucks her mouth down on him, and the way his cock disappears between her lips while I’m balls deep in him, has me on the verge of losing it.
“I’m close… Fuck, I can’t…” I pant.
