Page 306 of Breathe Like Hell

“Beg for it. Beg for this cock.”

“Please,” she whimpered. “Please fuck me, Micah.”

“You can do better than that.” I brushed the head of my cock over her clit a few times before moving lower again.

“Please,” she moaned, rolling her head back on the pillow. “I need your cock inside of me. I need it so fucking bad. Please.”

“No,” I murmured, then snatched her wrists, yanking her hands off her tits and holding them above her head, my cock hanging heavy between us, skimming her pussy when I leaned forward to watch her closer. “More than that.”

Mason’s hand slid up to her throat, his voice hoarse when he spoke, just as authoritative as mine. “Beg. Him.”

The words sent a rush through my blood.

Ash.

“Please, Micah,” she pleaded as Mason licked hot from her jaw to her cheek. “I need your dick. Please fuck me. Please.”

“How bad do you need it?”

“More than anything. I’m a slut for you. I want to be your slut. I want you to fuck me so hard I can’t even think, and then fill me with all your cum.” A powerful shiver crawled through her wriggling body.

“God, Dakota,” I groaned, reaching down to grab my cock, pushing just barely inside of her. Not enough to satisfy her in any way—or me, for that matter.

“Please,” she panted as I flipped her onto hands and knees, leaning my body over hers.

“You want my dick? You want my cum? You want me to pound you into this mattress?”

She nodded and nodded. “I want it every day. All the time. I’m so fucking horny, Micah.”

Fuck. Fuck.

“Needy bitch.”

I slowly, slowly began to push my cock inside of her eager pussy. She arched her spine, rolling her hips to take me deeper, her hands clenching into fists on the sheets. Mason’s cum was making everything even slicker, Dakota’s pussy even softer, as I slowly buried my entire length inside her.

She gasped as I shoved the last inch in deep and hard, my hips flush with her ass.

“We fucking own you, Masters,” I growled.

The softest, sweetest, most perfect sound fell from her pink lips, sinking into my pillow. Mason was halfway behind me, one hand on my hip as I lazily thrust in and out of Dakota’s slick pussy, the other palming her ass.

I noted the way his grip flexed when I said we.

“I should tie you to the bed and fuck you however I want, whenever I want. Him, too. You belong to us now and forever. This pussy, this ass, your mouth and your tongue and your throat. Your perfect fucking tits,” I grunted, reaching under her body and squeezing her chest hard enough to make her wince. “Greedy little slut needed two cocks, and lucky girl got them. You are never getting away from either of us.”

“You hear him, baby?” Mason said, leaning down to be closer to her ear. “I’m never letting you leave either of us. I don’t give a fuck what happens. I am so fucking insane for both of you.”

She was nodding, reaching for him, her eyes pressed shut, eyelashes dark on her pink cheeks.

Mason glanced up at me.

“Do you want to fuck me?” I asked, bracing for his reaction. Dakota stiffened slightly but relaxed quickly enough not to freak me out. Mason stared into my eyes, not betraying much emotion on his face. I was grateful for it.

“You want this dick in your ass, Kill?” he questioned while he reached down to stroke himself.

“I wouldn’t have asked if I didn’t,” I confirmed.

No big deal. Just my first time bottoming in two decades.