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I curse, shucking my sweatpants as quickly as I can manage while he bends her over the arm of the couch, positioning himself behind her and sliding into her in one rough thrust.

“Fuck!” Chloe cries. “Ryker.”

“I’ve got you, Siren. You focus on making him feel good, and I’ll take care of the rest.”

I kneel on the couch, putting my weeping cock level with her lips, and she wastes no time taking me deep.

“Jesus,” I curse. “Keep sucking me like you’re dying for my cum and you’re going to get it before you’re ready.”

Rather than the warning I intend, she seems to take that as a personal challenge, taking me to the back of her throat and swallowing the way Ryker taught her.

Threading my hands into her hair, I take over thrusting into her mouth, trying desperately to regain control of my own body, but the tingling at the base of my spine tells me I’m fighting a losing battle.

“Such a perfect little whore for us, Chlo,” I groan. “You take our cocks like you were made just for our pleasure.”

Ryker curses, dragging his attention from her ass to glance at Kingston across the room, who I’d all but forgotten was there. “She loves being degraded almost as much as she loves to be praised.”

“You’re an asshole,” he growls.

“Oh, I know.” He smirks, slapping a hand down on Chloe’s ass, causing her to groan around my cock and bringing me even closer to the edge.

“I can’t hold off much longer,” I grunt, tightening my hold on her auburn locks as my thrusts begin to lose control.

“You ready to come, little whore?” Ryker asks, and she nods eagerly, never allowing my cock to slip from between her lips.

“Rub your clit for us. Make yourself come all over my cock while Ronan fills your mouth with cum.” Ryker slaps his hand down on her other cheek.

Her moan from the bite of pain takes me over the edge, and my jerky thrusts lose all rhythm.

Thick ropes of cum fill her mouth as her tongue works the underside of my cock, eagerly dragging every ounce of pleasure from my body.

“Good girl,” I grunt. “Such a good fucking girl.”

“Come for us, Siren. Milk my cock,” Ryker demands.

She cries out around my still-throbbing length, her entire body tightening as her release hits her.

Tears fall against her cheeks, the pleasure overwhelming her as Ryker shouts behind her, his own orgasm hitting him with the same intensity.

I brush strands from her cheeks as I withdraw my softening cock. “Such a good girl for us, Sparrow,” I murmur as her release begins to ease.

Her glassy eyes meet mine, and for the first time since she came back into my life, I see something I never expected to ever have staring back at me again.

Love.

Ryker collapses over her for a second, and we each take a moment to breathe before he withdraws, lifting her off the arm of the chair and carefully handing her to me.

He reaches for the blanket over the back of the couch and wraps it around her before dropping a kiss to her temple and disappearing into the bathroom, not bothering to get dressed.

“You did so good, baby girl,” I whisper, pressing a soft kiss to her swollen lips.

The last thing I expected from sharing a girl was how quickly I would come to crave it.

CHAPTER FIFTY-FIVE

CHLOE

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