“You’re fucking her so well, Cole,” Luca praises, making my heart kick against my ribs. His hand slides between us, fingers brushing against where Anabel and I are joined. “Look at her. Look how perfectly she takes you. You were made for each other. Made to love each other, made to fuck each other.”
Anabel whines, her hips lifting to meet my thrusts, her body moving in sync with mine like we were, in fact, made for this. I lean down, claiming her mouth in a filthy kiss, my tongue sliding against hers as I fuck her deeper. Harder. She moans into my mouth, holding me close as I grind into her.
“Let me see how much you love her,” Luca says, and I can hear the hunger in his voice. I can hear the sadness, too.
I break the kiss, my lips trailing down her throat, sucking at the sensitive skin just below her ear. Anabel shudders beneath me, her breath coming in ragged gasps. I shift the angle of my hips, grinding against her clit with every thrust, and she lets out a long, loud moan, her back arching off the bed.
“Cole—oh god—right there—” Her words dissolve into another moan as I grind against her clit again and again, her pussy fluttering beautifully around me.
Luca’s hands are on us both, his fingers teasing Anabel’s nipples, rolling them between his fingers until she’s writhing beneath me. His other hand grips my hip, guiding me deeper, harder, his touch both possessive and encouraging.
“Fuck, you feel so good,” I groan, my voice raw. “So tight. So wet. You’re taking me so well, Ana.”
“She’s such a good girl, isn’t she?” Luca purrs, nipping at my ear.
“The fucking best,” I manage to gasp out.
“Don’t stop,” she begs, her voice trembling. “Please, Cole, don’t ever stop fucking me.”
Her pussy clenches around me like a fist, her walls fluttering, milking me as she gets closer. Her wetness coats my cock, dripping down my balls and soaking the sheets beneath us. I can feel every pulse, every twitch of her body as I grind against her clit, my hips rolling in deep, slow circles.
“That’s it, sweetheart,” I groan. “Come for me. Let me feel you.” I grind harder, the base of my cock rubbing against her clit with every thrust. She flushes the prettiest shade of pink I’ve ever seen in my life, and then she’s screaming my name, her pussy clamping down on me so tight that I can’t breathe.
“Cole! Oh god, Cole!”
Her orgasm rips through her as her body shudders beneath me, her walls pulsing around my cock as she comes hard. The feeling of her coming undone around me, the way her pussy milks me, the fact that my dick is buried inside Anabel—it’s too much. I can’t hold back.
My balls tighten, my spine tingles, and then I’m coming, spilling deep inside her with a groan. My cock pulses, filling her with seemingly endless spurts of cum, my release so intense myvision whites out for a second. I bury my face in her neck and whisper her name over and over again like a prayer.
“Anabel—fuck—Anabel—”
She weaves her hands into my hair, holding me close as I empty myself inside her, my hips stuttering with the force of my orgasm. Her pussy clenches around me, milking every last drop from my cock, her body trembling beneath mine. I can feel her heartbeat against my chest as she whimpers my name.
The last pulses of my orgasm fade, leaving me boneless, my chest heaving as I try to keep most of my weight off Anabel. Her fingers trace lazy patterns on my back as she kisses my shoulder. I trail soft kisses across her collarbone, savoring the salt of her skin. Her chest rises and falls beneath me, her breath evening out as she comes down.
We’re both sticky, and spent, but the way she looks at me, with her eyes so full of love, makes my throat tighten. A slow, sated smile pulls at her lips, and she tugs me down for another kiss. It’s softer this time, slower, like we have all the time in the world.
Time.
We both glance at Luca.
He’s still kneeling beside us, his cock thick and an angry red against his stomach, the tip glistening. His amber eyes burn, but there’s something else there—something raw. Longing, yes, but also regret. Like he’s already mourning what he can’t have.
Anabel’s fingers tighten on my arm. I don’t need her to say it. I already know what she wants. What we both want.
I pull out of her carefully, my cum spilling onto the sheets in a slow trickle. The sight of it—of her, marked by me—sends a possessive thrill through my chest. She’s mine. But I want her to be Luca’s, too.
I sit back on my knees and reach for him. His cock twitches in my grip, the skin impossibly soft and hot. He groans as I strokehim, his hips surging forward. I lean in, kissing him hard, and I can still taste the remnants of Anabel, of me, on his tongue.
Anabel shifts beside us, her hand sliding up Luca’s thigh. “I want you, too,” she says softly. “Please.”
Luca’s chest heaves. He looks at her like she’s offering him the world. “Can I, cara?” His voice is rough, almost reverent. Like he can’t believe this is real.
She nods. “Please, yes.”
I let go of his cock, and Luca moves like a man possessed, switching places with me in one fluid motion. His hands are on Anabel’s thighs, spreading her open, his gaze locked on where I’ve just been inside her.
My throat tightens with emotion as I lay down beside Anabel, kissing her shoulder, tracing my fingers around her nipple. If all we have is tonight, I’m going to savor every single moment of it.
