Page 176 of Breathe Like Hell

“Yes!” she yelped when Micah tweaked her nipple.

There was no further discussion.

I shoved my sweats and boxers off my hips, rolling onto my back as Micah unleashed his own cock and guided Dakota to straddle me. Her lower lip was nervously caught between her teeth, her breathing shallower, my cock bumping against her pussy.

No going back now, baby.

You wanted this…

Micah ducked his head low behind her, dragging his tongue over her ass, tracing all the lines he’d whipped into her supple skin, tension lining his shoulders, his biceps.

Then he straightened up, a darkly-dangerous fire burning in his stare.

I sucked in a breath when he grabbed my cock and angled it against Dakota’s pussy without delay, guiding me to her entrance.

It was so perversely erotic, watching him use my body to penetrate her, watching his hand wrapped around my hard shaft as he steadily pushed me inside of Dakota.

So. Fucking. Tight.

Her expression turned vulnerable, her mouth falling open on a strangled gasp.

Micah released me and pushed Dakota’s hips down so my cock was entirely buried inside of her, the back of her trembling thighs flush to my hipbones, another choked noise escaping her.

“Yeah, baby girl?” he mumbled, fingers curling on the creases of her thighs, his lips coasting along the side of her neck. “Does he feel big?”

“Fuck,” I groaned, tilting my head back, remembering the first time he asked her that. The night before Aamon saw her in her trailer, the night when Micah and I simultaneously fingered her…

“You’re allowed to say yes,” he continued, brushing her hair aside to bite and suck the delicate skin on her throat. “I know he does.”

Micah’s hand shifted to Dakota’s low stomach, fingers pressing firm against her belly, massaging, giving her continual pressure as helpless moans fell weakly from her lips. Her pussy fluttered and tightened, her hips rolling, Micah’s hold encouraging her to grind down on me.

“Yes…” she whimpered, breathless.

He grasped her chin and turned her head, bringing their open mouths together.

I could see his tongue slipping into her mouth as he massaged her breasts with one hand, alternating between them, rubbing his fingers over her nipples. He kept the heel of his other hand pressing low on her stomach, holding that unrelenting pressure, his fingertips slipping lower, seeking her clit.

“You know how this works,” Micah said against her mouth, his eyes sliding half-open to watch her needy expression. “I choose who you get to fuck and how.”

A helpless nod.

There was something about watching how easily Dakota submitted to him that turned me all the way on.

Micah had grabbed lube at some point, and I could sense that he was starting to stretch Dakota with his fingers, working one inside her ass, then two. She was already sweating, already shaking, overwhelmed by the fullness of having something in both her holes, her harsh exhales shattering on Micah’s cruel lips.

I couldn’t even imagine how she’d feel with the full length of Micah’s cock shoved inside of her.

His impatience was palpable—and so was mine, to be fair—but he didn’t rush the process of preparing her for his size. I knew he’d wanted her ass from the start, and I had to believe this carnal desire made his tolerance wane.

She looked like she’d taken it like this before, though. He’d been prepping her for this.

I wished I could’ve seen it, seen Micah fuck her ass for the first time. It pissed me off, actually, that I hadn’t been there.

But there wasn’t much time to consider it before Micah was bending her forward, her spine bowing.

“Arch your back,” he instructed, pumping his length.

He aligned himself then slowly, torturously, began to push inside her.