"Let go," I tell her, pulling back just enough to speak clearly. "Come for us, Princess. Show us how good we make you feel."
"I can't—" Her voice cracks. "It's too much, I can't?—"
"You can," Cyrus interrupts, his thumb pressing against her pulse point. "And you will. Now."
The command in his voice must trigger something, because she breaks. Her orgasm crashes through her like a tidal wave, her pussy clenching around my fingers so hard it almost hurts. I work her through it, licking up everything she gives me, not stopping even when she starts to shake from oversensitivity.
"Jinx, please," she gasps, trying to push my head away. "Too much, it's too?—"
I finally pull back, grinning up at her with my face covered in her slick. "You taste fucking incredible."
She's panting, flushed her favorite shade of pink from her cheeks down to her chest, and I've never seen anything more beautiful in my entire life. This is our Princess coming undone because of me.
Because ofus.
And I want to do it again and again until she forgets every other man who's ever touched her.
Cyrus shifts behind her while still keeping her on his lap, and I can see the massive bulge in his jeans. "My turn."
He repositions her before she can protest, reaching between them to free his massive cock so her perfect ass is pressed back against it. His arms wrap around her waist, holding her secure while he kicks her legs wide, putting her on display for me again.
"Keep going," he tells me, and there's zero room for argument in his tone. "Make her come until she can't remember her own name."
Fuck yes.
I dive back in, this time with more purpose. My tongue circles her clit while my fingers work inside her, curling and thrusting in a rhythm that has her writhing in Cyrus's grip. He holds her tight, one hand splayed across her stomach while the other moves up to cup her breast through her tank top.
I can only imagine how the friction of her soft body pressed to his feels, the curve of her ass so deliciously torturing his stiff cock.
"No bra," he notes in a musing tone, his thumb brushing over her nipple. It immediately pebbles at his touch. "Were you expecting this, Princess?"
She can't answer, too lost in the sensation of my mouth on her pussy and his hands on her body. But her back arches, pressing her breast more firmly into his palm, and that's answer enough.
I add a third finger, stretching her, and she gasps. The sound makes precome leak from my cock, soaking into my boxers like I'm some idiot getting his first hand job instead of a grown man who's done this plenty of times.
Butneverwith her.
Never with the girl who's haunted every fantasy, every dream, every desperate midnight when I let Cyrus bury himself in me and pretended I was her.
"She's going to come again," Cyrus says, pinching her nipple hard enough to make her cry out. "I can feel it building."
He's right. Her pussy's clenching around my fingers rhythmically, her clit swollen and throbbing against my tongue. I focus all my attention there, sucking and licking while my fingers pump faster, and then she's breaking apart again.
This orgasm is harder than the first, her whole body going rigid in Cyrus's arms as she screams. Actuallyscreams, loud enough that I'm sure the neighbors can hear. Good. Let them hear. Let the whole fucking world know she's ours now.
When she finally comes down, she's limp in Cyrus's hold, breathing hard and looking absolutely wrecked. I pull my fingers out slowly, bringing them to my mouth to lick them clean while maintaining eye contact.
"Delicious," I murmur, and her pupils dilate even wider. "You taste so sweet, Princess. Like a pink lollipop, sugary sweet and all fucking ours."
Her eyes glaze even more at my words, and she squirms in Cyrus' lap, making him wince slightly. He's already painfully hard. So am I, for that matter. Every movement that's not squeezed inside her tight, hot cunt is blissful torment.
"My turn," Cyrus says, his voice strained with need.
He maneuvers her again, this time flipping her so she's on her hands and knees on the bed, facing him. He shucks his slacks down the rest of the way to his knees—chinos, of fucking course—and I watch Eleanor's eyes track the movement with eagerness. I see the exact moment she notices the silver glint of the studs adorning the bar running just above the head of his dick.
She's going to enjoythose.
"Remember," I say to Cyrus, moving to kneel behind her on the mattress. My cock presses against my jeans, so hard it's painful. "Kade said no fucking. But he didn't say anything about using her mouth."
