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He shakes his head, sweat beading on his brow. “I won’t,” he promises. “I fucking can’t.”

Something about that is enough to send me over the edge again. All that pleasure condenses into a wave, and I spill in a rush, clinging to Ares and screaming with my release.

He’s right there with me, cursing under his breath as he slams himself inside me one more time and then fills me up with the hot splash of his cum.

It takes a few minutes before he can lift himself up and off me. His face shifts to concern, and he touches my face, making me look at him.

“Are you okay?” he asks gently. “Do you need a break?”

I swallow hard and glance over at Callan again. His cock is so hard it looks painful, the tattoos and piercings standing out against the flushed red flesh.

I shake my head. “I’m good. I want to keep going.”

Ares smiles and kisses me.

He pulls out, and Callan wastes no time before taking his place. I reach out and slide one finger up the ladder of his piercings, and he shudders for me, pressing into my touch.

“You really like this, don’t you?” he asks.

I nod. “They suit you. And they feel really fucking good inside me.”

His lips curl in a smile. He brackets his arms on either side of my head and leans down into my space so his mouth is just a few breaths from mine.

“You remember your safe word?” he asks.

I nod. “Cauliflower.”

“Good. Use it if you need to. Today has been a lot for you.”

It has, but I want this. My pussy is sensitive and soaked with my arousal and Ares’ and Tate’s cum, but Callan is still so fucking big. When he starts working the head of his cock inside me, I gasp at the stretch. It feels so much more than before, and I look down and realize that he must not have been giving me all of his cock the first time he fucked me.

My eyes go wide with shock, and Callan smirks when he catches on.

“You’re warmed up now,” he says. “I think you can take it.”

I nod because I’m damned sure going to try.

Callan takes his time, working into me slow and steady. There’s so much, and every time I think he must be all the way in, I glance down and there’s still somehow more to go.

“Fuck, look at you,” Tate murmurs. “You’re taking it like you were made for it. Like you can’t get enough.”

“You’re so good,” Ares adds. “Such a good girl for us. Watching him split you open like this is so fucking hot, firefly. You have no idea.”

Their praise helps, but I still end up clawing at the sheets while Callan tries to fit all of his length into me.

He ends up turning me over, onto my hands and knees. My arms tremble, but I hold myself up.

“It’ll be easier for you this way,” he says. “Easier for you to take all of me.”

I’m panting hard, nodding. I don’t think I’ve ever been this turned on or overwhelmed in my fucking life. Callan keeps working himself into me, but it never seems to end. The burn of the stretch is quickly turning into pleasure, making me buck back against him, trying to get him in deeper. All of his piercings are inside me, and every time he shifts, I can feel them rubbing against my innermost places, working me up even more.

“Bite the pillow if you need to,” Callan says in that gruff voice. One large hand palms my ass, gripping and groping at it in a way that makes me squirm. “The marks on your ass are fading. Should we show Ares and Tate how good you look with your ass all red?”

I swallow hard and nod, burying my face in the pillow. That’s all Callan needs. He slaps my ass hard, alternating between spanking me and working himself in deeper. With each thrust he seats a little more of himself inside me, and I feel out of my mind with it all.

I whimper into the pillow, unable to be still.

Callan spanks me harder, and I cry out, my eyes pricking with tears.