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He grabs my ass again, spreading me open for him even more, licking into me like he wants to devour me drop by drop.

I mewl with pleasure, hands scrabbling over the smooth wooden surface of the desk. I arch with each wave of sensation, unable to hold any of it back.

“You’re putting on quite the show, firefly,” Ares says. “Let them see you. Show Tate and Callan what you like so they’ll know exactly how to wreck you when it’s their turn.”

I don’t know what’s turning me on more now, Ares’ mouth or the words coming out of it. Either way, I can barely hold on to my thoughts because of how hot my body is running right now. I feel so sensitive, even the brush of my nipples against the desk is adding to the sensations that are threatening to send me right over the edge.

I don’t think I’ve ever been this turned on in my life. Every other breath comes out on a moan, and my cheeks flush from the thought that all three of them are seeing me like this. Needy, desperate, soaking wet and worked up. At the same time, that just makes me want it more.

Ares alternates eating me out and teasing me for how wet I am, and before long I’m writhing on the desk, begging him for more. “Please don’t stop. Please, please, I’m so close, Ares. Please, I want⁠—”

Before I can get the rest of the words out, he’s pulling back. I freeze in place, stunned at the sudden loss. I look over my shoulder at him. “Why…?”

“I told you. I want to watch my friends fuck you.” He looks at Tate.

Tate licks his lips, stepping forward.

His pants are already open, his cock rock hard and leaking precum at the tip. He’s clearly so turned on already, and he moves in immediately, shoving his pants the rest of the way down so he can wrap a hand around himself.

My eyes follow as he strokes his own cock slowly.

“You’re such a fucking beautiful picture like this, pretty girl,” he says. “And it was nice of Ares to get you all worked up and needy for us. It’s going to be so easy for me to just slide my cock right into your soaking wet pussy and make you come for me. Assuming that’s what you want.”

I whine, and it sounds so desperate it makes me blush again.

“Is that what you want?” Tate asks. “Tell me.”

“Yes,” I groan. “Please, Tate. Please, I want it.”

“Good girl.” He strokes a hand down my back, and I arch with the touch. Even my skin is oversensitive now, and just that touch has me dripping with need.

“You know, I’m a little jealous that Callan got to fuck you bare. That he got to feel you wrapped around his cock with nothing in the way.”

“You can feel it too,” I say immediately. “I want you to.”

“Lucky me,” Tate teases. He grabs a handful of my ass, using it to spread my pussy open for him. I can feel the heat of his gaze there, and I can only imagine what I look like right now. Slick with my own arousal, pink and needy, clenching around nothing from the need to be filled.

He doesn’t make me wait very long before he’s sliding into me, finally giving me what I want. I’m so soaked now that he slides in with ease, one smooth stroke until he’s buried inside me.

I moan from the feeling of it, shuddering as my sensitive inner walls cling to him, trying to pull him in deeper.

“Fuck,” Tate groans. “You feel so fucking good like this. Fuck.” He grabs my hips and then starts fucking into me, setting a deep, hard pace that rocks me over the desk each time he thrusts into me.

Callan and Ares are watching, taking in the sight of their friend fucking me into the desk. There’s no room for me to feel self-conscious about it. No room to worry about anything other than the heat Tate is stirring inside me each time he drives his cock in.

With how worked up I already am, it doesn’t take long before I’m right there, teetering on the edge of coming apart. I whimper when Tate slams into me, making me see stars, and then I look at Ares and Callan and realize both of them have their cocks out, stroking themselves as they watch.

Something about that just does it for me. I come hard, screaming Tate’s name as pleasure and electric heat slam into me, rocking me to my core. I tremble as Tate keeps fucking into me, and then he’s spilling as well, cursing as he follows me over that edge.

But he’s not done with me yet. His hand works between my legs and finds my clit. He teases it with his fingers before working it in slow circles. “Come again for me, pretty girl,” he pants. “Let me feel you come on my cock one more time.”

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Another orgasm washes through me, and I shudder uncontrollably. It’s so strong that it takes my breath away, rolling me along with the pleasure in a way I couldn’t stop if I wanted to.

I end up slumped over the desk, trying to remember how to breathe and get my trembling under control.