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I’m not stalling. If I went in dry, she’d be in more pain. We’ve skipped foreplay for the act of warming muscles and dopamine distraction. I bring the crown to her wet, little hole and ease forward, holding her hips for leverage. She sinks, her hands face down on the plush fabric once more. I ease into her, feeding her one inch at a time. Her moan tells me I’m okay to keep going. My hips cant forward until I’m fully seated. Aspen rocks back into me the barest amount, testing resistance and pain levels. So far, so good.

“Fuck, baby, are you full of cock?” Luk asks.

This time her nod has verbal backup. “So fucking good. He’s so big and thick.”

“If I’m not the one fucking you, goddam I love watching you being fucked by someone else,” he says eagerly, gliding his hand along his own glistening cock. “Does Bonner’s boner make you feel so good?”

“How’s the pace and pressure?” I inquire, snaking a hand to her breast where I meet a hardened peak, and squeeze.

“I need more,” she stammers out.

“Faster? Harder? Deeper?”

“All of it!” she cries out when I fuck her in earnest.

“Luk, move in front of her. She might want more cock, isn’t that right, baby?” The way she’s throwing her head around, I bet if he had his cock down her throat, she’d be too busy to think about anything other than how full of dick she is.

“Play with her tits while you feed her your dick. Just remember they’ll be super sensitive, so take your cues from her, understand?”

“Please!” she begs, and he’s there in a beat, his cock pointing right at her.

“You want mine too, baby?” he coos, thrusting his hips forward so the salty tip lands on her lips. Her tongue swipes out around his crown.

“Yes!”

“Goddam, it’s all yours. There you go, open up for me, give me one of your needy little holes.”

She lifts her chin, relaxing her throat for him to lay the angry head on her outstretched tongue. “Ah, just like that. Take us deep, little tree.”

She clamps her lips around his shaft, swallowing as much of him as she can. With every thrust forward, more of his cock disappears down her throat. Aspen doesn’t gag, breathing through her nose between forward thrusts and backward glides.

“Oh, Aspen, you look so damn good taking two cocks so beautifully. The way your cunt is squeezing around me right now is making me crazy.”

The view where we join is deliciously carnal. Her swollen pussy lips flared around my thick root is a biblical scene. Each glide is liquid silk. Each thrust is velvet satin. Her abdomen hasn’t tightened once since she took on two shafts. Organic pain relief to the rescue. My fingers pinch her clit and she moans around Luk’s length, a line of saliva connecting them as he withdraws to allow her a full breath. She whimpers at the loss of him, demanding he surge back into her hot, wet mouth. He obliges with a grin, one hand cupping his balls while the other works one nipple, and then the other.

“She’s close,” I tell him, and he nods his affirmation.

“That’s it, Doc, fuck her onto my fat cock.”

Chapter Twenty-Nine

Elijah

COVERED IN CUM…

Fox and I wander the aisle aimlessly because all the staff were busy talking to each other or tailing shoplifters. The fluorescent lighting is unnatural and causes me to squint or suffer through a headache I know will hit sideways like a sledgehammer. Twee music plays from overhead speakers, the boppy songs designed to encourage shoppers to put more in their baskets. More laxatives, vitamins, and creams scientifically proven to reduce under eye wrinkles by eighty-seven percent. I wonder what guarantees are on the hemorrhoid creams, because every time I turn around, Fox is mere inches from the back of my neck, annoying me like a swollen fucking anal gland.

He has the list she scribbled down, looking from the paper and up to the items and back again. To his credit, he’s found more than me, which is a little disconcerting because I was married to a bleeding woman for years. I couldn’t tell you what brand of tampons she used, or if she used one of these weird fucking cup things. I didn’t know because I didn’t care. Now—today—I care very much.

“That’s everything, right?” I say, exasperated. I want to get back to Aspen and make sure she’s okay, dose out her pain relief and suggest she sleeps cradled beside me in my bed. I’m checking my phone when a packet of overnight pads hits me in the face and slides off my chin before falling into the basket. Child.

“What?” I snap, and he simply laughs, holding a thumb up. “Are we done?”

The same thumb is hoisted higher, and Fox mouths “yes” before rechecking the basket. We head to the cashier, a young woman with dark hair and tan skin, whom Fox seems to know. Together, they have a silent conversation over raised eyebrows, similes, and eye rolls. Two guys coming in at night to buy a basket full of period products shouldn’t be weird, and I refuse to let it wander into that territory. Fox grabs three candy bars and tosses them onto the counter before adding another three. She’s about to bleed, not starve, I think, as the total is rung up and I tap my card to pay. Fox collects our shopping, and we head back to the car, and up the mountain to our girl.

The moaning that greets us as we emerge from the garage and into the mudroom is markedly different from the agonizing whimpers before we departed. I come to an abrupt stop, so much so that Fox slams into my back, causing him to drop the bag. The contents hit the floor with a thud, and he steps around me with a shove forward out of his space. Be my guest, bud. Want a front-row seat to… this?

Aspen is on her hands and knees on the ottoman, the low furniture putting her at the perfect height for Jack to rut into her from behind. Only he’s not railing her raw; his hand wanders down her back with tender touches, and around to her belly with a gentle massage. His hips drive forward and send her sliding onto Vaskari’s cock. I watch it disappear down her throat again and again while he tugs at her hair and plucks a nipple. She moans around him, his shaft glistening with her saliva, dripping from her lips and swaying with the momentum of her pendulous movement.