Page 177 of Breathe Like Hell

He had one hand anchored on her hip to guide him, and the other moved all across her body, steadying and comforting her. She was breathing quick and shallow, eyes squeezed shut, hands curled into fists on my chest.

He made eye contact with me over her shoulder and I could practically hear his voice in my ear.

Do you feel that?

Do you feel me?

Yes. Yes, I fucking do.

It was the closest I’d come to fucking him face to face in two decades.

I could feel his cock begin to slide in and out of her, the hard shape rubbing along my own erection buried deep in Dakota’s pussy. She rolled her hips a tiny bit, shifting desperately, trying to adjust to taking us both at the same time inside of her.

It was such a viciously snug fit.

Her wet pussy and perfect ass, gripping two big dicks wedged inside her.

Micah looked fucking feral.

And then he started to move. Really move.

Lengthening his thrusts, pushing in deep, using her to find his pleasure.

The ridge of his cock bumped against mine, squeezed tight together by Dakota’s perfect body. I was going to come from the sensation of that alone. Not even fucking her, just feeling Micah fuck her. Dakota folded forward, clinging to me, her face pressed to the side of my neck as she panted.

I held eye contact with Micah, blue and brown, locked together like they used to be. His gaze drifted all over my face, down to my mouth, then skimming up my jaw and cheekbone, before returning to meet my own. I did the same to him, staring at his sculpted lips and straight nose, the brutal perfection of his face.

His abdomen was taut, quads flexing, shoulders bunching.

A fluid line of muscle above the angelic girl between us.

He fucked her harder, deeper, rougher. So deep she’d never get him out.

I knew how that felt.

I hated that I knew how that felt.

I hated that I kept thinking about him like this.

Violent notions threatened the edges of my brain, twisting like black smoke. My fingers flexed on Dakota’s hips, digging in just a bit too hard, pressing on her fresh bruises.

With Micah, I could hurt her more. Make her more scared. Fuck her up more.

Has he made you fear for your life before?

How does he do it?

Do you like it as much as when I do it?

Micah grabbed the front of her throat, pulling her up as she winced, tilting her head back against his chest. Her spine was arched, her slim waist curving as she adjusted to the angle. In a way, this felt meant to be. The three of us like this.

The veins on the back of Micah’s hand stood out against his skin, tendons pulling and flexing while he collared her neck.

The new angle gave me enough space to thrust my own hips a bit, pumping into her pussy as Micah took her ass, both of us moving.

“Come for us, Masters,” he said, his voice rough and deep.

For us.