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Hunter growls against me, tongue working my clit relentlessly. He’s losing control, getting rougher, teeth grazing me just enough to make me tremble. His fingers dig into my hips, bruising and hard. When his teeth close around my piercing, he tugs–hard.

My body jerks, a soft cry falling from my lips. Damon lifts my chin with two fingers. “Too much?”

“No.” My clit throbs violently, and I grind my hips, chasing Hunter’s tongue, desperate for relief. “I’m g-good.”

Hunter doesn’t slow down. If anything, my words seem to unleash him further. He sucks my swollen clit into his mouth with punishing pressure while thrusting three fingers deep inside me, fucking me hard and fast. The pleasure borders on pain. My thighs shake violently.

Then he bites down on my clit–not a graze, not playful–a real, sharp bite that sends a shock of white-hot pain through my body.

I cry out, the sound breaking into a choked sob. “DK!”

The word barely leaves my mouth before Damon is moving.

In an instant, he’s behind Hunter, one powerful arm locked around his throat, yanking him backwards with brutal force. Hunter’s mouth and fingers are ripped away from me as Damon slams him against the mirrored wall, pinning him there with a forearm across his chest.

“Enough,” Damon snarls, voice low and deadly. “You stop. Now.”

Hunter’s chest heaves; behind the mask, his eyes are wild and glazed with lust and panic. His hands are still clenched like he doesn’t know what to do with them. I stay bent over the bed, trembling, trying to catch my breath as the sharp sting between my legs pulses.

Damon doesn’t let go of him, his eyes flicking to me for a split second–checking, assessing–before locking back on Hunter.

“Thank you.” Hunter’s chest heaves against Damon’s arm. “We should stop.”

If my pussy could cry, it would have wailed. I rise up and face them. “I don’t want to stop.”

“Nettie,” he says, holding my eye. “That was too much. I’m not ready.”

“You are,” I argue. “That’s why Damon is here. He stopped it. I’m fine. You’re fine. We can do this.”

Damon releases his grip on Hunter and says, “She’s right.”

Conflict wars on Hunter’s face. He wants me. No doubt about that. His cock is so hard it’s about to rip through his pants. But that shame–and guilt–it's clear as day. I swallow and say, “I’m not afraid of you, Hunter. I trust you. And Damon.”

The muscle in his jaw tenses, a hard ball of tension as he weighs this. He thrusts a hand in his hair. “Okay.” His eyes meet Damon’s. “Next time, kick my ass.”

“Will do, Brother.”

Damon walks over me, running a warm hand down my spine, easing me forward. His mouth is close to my ear, and he says, “You’re doing such a good job, Doll Baby. I know it hurts not being able to come, but I promise it’ll be worth it.”

I twist my face and smile at him. “I know.”

He presses a fast kiss to my lips and steps back.

“Work her back into it,” Damon directs, dropping his hand to tug gently on the hoop in my nipple. The sensation jolts straight to my lower belly, and I rock forward. Hunter chases it, following my lead. Soon, I’m even more desperate than I was before. Hot and achy. I just want him inside.

Behind me, Hunter kneads my cheeks, massaging them apart. Carefully, he checks my pussy, running his fingers over the overheated flesh. His knuckle brushes over my clit, and I shudder, falling on my elbows.

“That hurt?” he asks.

“Just sensitive.” I exhale. “But in a good way.”

“You pay attention to her body,” Damon says, staying closer than before. “This isn’t just about going full throttle. She’ll tell you what she likes with or without words. Focus on what makes her feel good and what goes too far.”

Hunter builds me up again, this time using controlled pressure. His tongue and fingers feel so good, and soon I’m panting harder than before. Just when I’m close to coming, Damon asks me, “You ready for him?”

“Y-” the word gets stuck in my throat, lost behind pleasure.

“What’s that, Doll Baby?” he asks again, a glint in his eye.