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“That’s more like it.”

He yanks me from Bryce’s dick so quickly that Bryce groans, slamming me onto my back and positioning me frog legged like I’m a slutty ragdoll

“Bryce’s turn first,” Jack says. “He’s earned first dibs, and he better make a nice wet go of it, because I’ll be charging in there straight after.”

“What a gentleman you are,” Bryce says, and lowers himself down next to me. I love the blush of his cheeks. The sweatiness of his chest. The throb of his cock against my thigh.

I welcome sweet BT with open arms. I kiss him with a smile on my face as he curls three fingers between my legs and pushes them in.

“I’m gonna grab myself a drink,” Jack says. “I’ll give you lovebirds ten minutes, and when I come back, I want you wrist deep, Bryce. Don’t be a pussy with her fucking pussy, please.”

Lovebirds.

It’s obvious what he’s doing here.

Making it so… intimate.

So intense in emotion that I get flutters in my stomach.

Bryce kisses me with fervour as he switches up to four fingers, and I focus on his mouth, on his tongue. On the heady lust in his eyes as they crash into mine.

I never, ever imagined I’d be doing this with him. Not in a million years.

I’d imagined fucking him. Making love to him. Kissing him, and riding him, and squealing like a needy bitch as he rammed me with his cock, but I never once expected Bryce Maddocks to be stretching my pussy to breaking point, set by another man’s timer.

“Tell me if it hurts,” Bryce says, and I have to giggle.

“Of course it’s going to hurt.”

“Only until it feels good,” Bryce says as he lines up his thumb. “You’re such a beautiful girl, Alice. So fucking beautiful.”

Your beautiful girl, I want to say, because that’s the truth of it. It’s always been the truth of it. My soul belongs to Bryce… only he’s sharing it with Jack now. I’m in with heart and soul.

And body.

Oh, fuck, how my body belongs to them.

Bryce squirts lube all over all over my pussy, treasuring me like a sacred object. I gasp as he circles his hand, already in to the knuckles, because he’s managing to hit the sweet spot so well.

“More,” I say. “Do it, Bryce, give me more.”

My breath hitches when he pushes harder. I know I’ve just got to make it past his knuckles before my pussy will swallow him up. I’ve seen videos, I’ve pictured it in my mind. I’ve almost made it, but it’s usually Jack doing the pushing. Doing the coaxing. Doing the driving.

Bryce attempts it three times, stopping whenever when it makes me curse or squeal too loud. He works me up into a frenzy for round number four and tries again, but my eyes start to water and he pulls back, stops pushing.

“No,” I say and run my fingers down his cheek. “Don’t stop. I want it to be you… I want you to be the first who…”

That sentiment means something, I see it in his eyes.

“I want it to be you,” I repeat, with a smile on my face. “It should be you.”

“Then it will be.”

When Bryce pushes his way into my screaming pussy this time, he doesn’t stop, and I’m grinning despite the pain. Grinning and angling one leg, trying to help him in.

“Don’t stop,” I tell him when he pauses.

“Fucking hell,” he says, staring at my stretched hole.