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My pussy flutters, and Beck drags his hand down my back until he’s reaching under me and prodding my puffy slit with his fingers.

“I feel how close you are, pretty girl. Your cunt is so hungry for my cum, isn’t it?”

“Y-yes!”

His fingers circle my clit, and I moan so loudly I think I shake the bed. Noah licks his lips, cock leaking so much I can see how wet the tip is from here. He’s so turned on by this, and I am, too. It makes me hotter, and I’m about to explode.

Beck’s thrusts turn faster and choppier, his fingers moving in the perfect rhythm on my clit. His other hand presses down between my shoulder blades, and I move to my forearms in response. When he shoves my legs out wider with his knees, the new position buries his cock impossibly deeper, rubbing up against the spot inside me that makes me see stars.

“That’s it.” Beck grunts, his skin sweaty against mine. “I’m gonna come inside this pussy, leave my cum so deep that it leaks out of you for days.”

“Please, Beck, please. I’m gonna—”

Every muscle in my body clenches, and tears fill my eyes at the intensity of it all. The same sensation that took over before in my lower belly happens again, like pressure building in a champagne bottle before it blows.

“That’s it, Quinn, that’s it. Be a good girl and show Noah how a real man makes you come. Take your pleasure.”

He slides his thick cock all the way out to the tip and slams back in. Noah and I lock eyes, and I detonate, my pussy gripping and fluttering around Beck, releasing a flood of pleasure I can only describe as a tidal wave that moves from my head to my feet.

Beck fucks me through it, his pace unrelenting. His fingers swirl over my clit—it’s so sensitive I don’t think I can come again—but then he’s shouting his own warning of release, and I feel the moment he lets himself fall. His cock jerks inside my pussy, his release overwhelming, just like him.

He comes and he comes, hot cum filling me to the brim, but he doesn’t stop moving until I’m coming again. My inner muscles spasm, and I scream so loud I don’t know if I’ll have a voice when this is all done.

Beck molds his body over mine and kisses my shoulders, licking the sweat from my skin. “Such a beautiful mess I’ve made of you,” he says adoringly. “You squirted all over my cock, and now your cunt is full of my cum.”

I groan, my pussy gripping him in response. His cock jerks, and Beck bites my shoulder so I scream again.

“Your pussy was made to take me, Quinn,” he mutters.

Emotion clogs my throat, and I seek Noah’s eyes. I expect to maybe find him jealous after watching that. With all the things Beck and I said, I think I might have been if I were him. But he’s not.

Noah’s biting his lip, muscles so strung tight I’m shocked he’s not fallen over or disobeyed Beck’s orders and fisted his angry-looking cock.

“Look at me, Quinn,” Beck says.

I turn my head over my shoulder as best I can to see the other man’s gaze. He reminds me of a wild man, sweaty and hair a mess from exertion, but I’ve never seen him look sexier.

He checks in. “You good?”

“You ruined me.”

A playful smirk plays on his lips, and he leans forward for a sweet kiss. When he pulls back, he gestures his chin toward Noah.

“Think you have it in you to be ruined again?”

“Oh?”

“I think our good little cuck deserves to fuck all our cum back into your greedy pussy. Don’t you?”

“Jesus,” I mutter. This man is so incredibly dirty, but I can’t say I don’t love it.

Beck’s body shakes with quiet laughter. “Or we can make him clean you up with his tongue while he humps the bed like a dog. He’s so hard, it won’t take much for him to come.”

I’m speechless, and for a moment, I wonder if Noah would want that. But looking at him and remembering last night along with all that’s led up to this moment, I know he would—and he’d enjoy it.

“He has been a very good boy,” I say demurely.

“He has. Such a very good cuck watching me fuck his wife while his poor cock weeps.”