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“Oh my god,” she whimpers, looking like she can barely breathe. It’s possible she can’t. Not with both of them buried inside her at once.

“God, you’re a queen,” Damon says, voice strained but gentle, and starts thrusting into her pussy, matching his movements with Timothy’s. “Such a good, good girl.”

She nods frantically. “I’m a good girl.”

“That’s right,” he grins, licking her lips. “You ready for Hunt?”

She nods again, tongue darting out to wet her lips.

I kneel on the platform in front of her, still gripping her hair. I guide my cock to her mouth, resting the head on her waiting tongue. The wet heat of her mouth closes around me, and I groan deeply as she sucks me in.

The three of us find a rhythm–slow at first, then deeper, more intense. Timothy fucks her ass with long, measured strokes while Damon thrusts up into her pussy. I rock gently into her mouth, careful not to overwhelm her, but she takes me eagerly, moaning around my cock every time they fill her at the same time.

The sounds she makes are obscene and perfect. I almost lose my mind at the sensation of her vibrating around my shaft. I watch her face the entire time–the way her eyes flutter, the flush on her cheeks. My hand wraps around her throat, and I feel the way it shifts when she swallows around me. She’s completely lost in it, taken by all three of us at once. DK’s right. She’s a fucking queen.

Damon reaches between their bodies, finding her clit and rubbing tight circles. “Come for us, baby. Let us feel you.”

Ari’s moan turns into a broken cry around my cock. Her whole body seizes, trembling violently as she comes hard between them. The tight, rhythmic pulses of her orgasm push all three of us right to the edge.

When Timothy comes, it starts with a deep, guttural sound in his chest. His hips snap, and he buries himself deep in her ass. She pitches forward at the intensity, my cock falling from her mouth. I take over with my hand as DK hikes her body closer, thrusting fast until he pulls her to him.

“Hold tight,” he says, grinding up into her pussy while she’s slumped over his body.

Leaning over, I lift her face, forcing their eyes to meet. “Watch him come, Nettie.”

Damon’s body seizes up, and he groans, holding onto her like a lifeline. I kiss her forehead and step back, letting the three of them melt into one.

Damon and Timothy pull out of her. Ari whimpers at the loss, her body limp and glistening with sweat. They gently roll her onto her back in the center of the platform, her legs falling open, chest heaving.

Damon looks at me, eyes dark. “Your turn, Hunt.”

Timothy gives me a single nod, his hand resting possessively on Ari’s thigh. “You’re ready for him?”

She nods, and I climb over her, heart hammering. My cock is aching, still slick from her mouth. Ari looks up at me with hazy, trusting eyes, lips parted. She reaches for me, but I catch her wrists and pin them above her head with one hand–not too tight, but firm enough that she feels it.

I push inside her in one slow, deep stroke. She’s so wet, so warm, still fluttering from the others. The feeling is overwhelming. I groan against her neck and start moving–harder than I mean to at first, hips snapping with pent-up need.

“Easy,” Damon murmurs from beside us, his hand stroking her hair. “She can take it, but stay with her. Watch her face.”

I slow just enough to look down at her. Ari’s dark eyes are half-lidded, lips parted on soft moans every time I thrust deep. Timothy reaches between us and circles her clit with two fingers.

“She’s close again,” he says, voice low. “Give her a little more, Hunter. She likes it when you get rough.”

I let go of her wrists and grip her hips instead, angling her so I can drive deeper. My thrusts turn harder, faster, the wet slap of our bodies filling the room. Between her breasts, the chain trembles with every move. I drop my fingers to the chain and twist the thin metal around one.

Ari cries out, her back arching, her nails digging into my shoulders.

I feel the eyes on me, making sure I don’t go too far, but when I add resistance, there’s no doubt her pussy clenches around my cock. She likes it, and fuck, I do too.

I pump into her and give it a sharp tug. The scream that follows is piercing, and Timothy’s hand comes down around my wrist.

“Ease up,” he growls.

I release the chain and inhale. “Shit. I’m sorr–” I start, but she surges up and kisses me, tongue hot. The truth burns between us. I’m not the only one who needs monitoring. She’ll let me go too far, every damn time.

Beneath me, she spreads her thighs wider and Damon praises, “That’s it,” leaning down to kiss her, “just a little longer.”

The praise mixed with the tight heat of her pussy is too much. I feel her start to flutter around me again, her second orgasm building fast.