“I want to see you,” Sawyer pants.
My chest expands with pride and the need to fulfill her request. She wants to see me? I need to see her just as badly.
“Turn around.” I remove my finger and help her dismount.
When she turns and we lock eyes, all the air presses out of my lungs.
She’s breathtaking. Beautiful and gorgeous and magnificent in ways I can’t articulate. I can’t believe I finally get to have her. That after all the ways I fucked up, she’s still willing to be mine.
“Come here,” I urge, helping her line herself up, Once I’m fully sheathed inside her again, I collect more cum and work two fingers into her ass.
With a breathy, contented sigh, she wraps her arms around my neck and murmurs, “Thank you for letting me have them.”
The swelling in my chest is back, making it hard to breathe. “You don’t have to thank me, baby. It’s my goddamn privilege to give you everything you want. You did so good tonight. I hope I made you proud, too.”
“Fuck,” she moans, resting her forehead against my shoulder. “You did, Ty. You did so fucking good. Thank you for trying.”
I keep my fingers buried to the last knuckle, then roll my hips, sliding in and out of her pussy slowly.
This is going to work.
It won’t be without challenges. I’ll have to work my ass off to keep myself in line, to hold space for these other men, and I’ll have to remind myself often of the heart of this dynamic, but it’s going to fucking work.
I place my thumb on her clit and massage gently, knowing she’s got to be sore.
“I want you to come with me, mon ange, and I’m really fucking close.”
“I’m close too,” she whimpers, bearing down on me for emphasis. “I want to come with you.”
I stop rubbing and thrusting and hold steady pressure, letting her take control. She takes over right away, grinding in my lap, pulsating around me and squeezing like a vise.
We’re pressed together, yet we’re not close enough. We’ll never be close enough to satisfy me completely.
My breath stutters, the tingling in my spine building. “Sawyer?”
Her name is a question—a desperate, primal uncertainty that lingers inside me.
“I’m right here.” She kisses me quickly, panting and burrowing into my neck.
“I’m going to come inside you now,” I tell her. “I’m going to mix my release with Noah’s. Gonna fill you so full we’ll be dripping out of you for days.”
“Ty, please.”
“Say my name,” I demand, unashamed of how vulnerable I sound.
“Tytus,” she draws out on a moan.
“Who’s taking care of you right now, mon ange?”
“You are, Ty.”
“Whose cock are you going to come on?”
“Yours.”
“No, baby.” I snicker, even as I have to grit my teeth to hold back. “It’s your cock now. So I’ll ask again: Whose cock are you going to come on? Whose piercings are you going to clench around? Whose dick are you about to choke?”
“Mine. Mine, mine,mine.”
