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He glances up at Kingston, silently asking if we’re ready to move to the next phase of the night. The fact he’s deferring to a man he loathed just a few weeks ago makes my brows raise in surprise, but it’s just more proof he wants to be a part of this and he’s willing to put in the work, even when it’s uncomfortable.

Kingston gives a short nod, and my brother wastes no time carefully repositioning Chloe. He lifts her easily, guiding her back to the soft rug, but he never slips out of her.

“You feel so fucking good wrapped around me, Duchess. I want to spend the rest of my fucking life buried inside this pretty pussy.” He withdraws slowly before slamming back into her waiting cunt.

Chloe’s cry makes my cock jerk in my hand, and I can’t help but give it a few rough pumps. I’m desperately trying to keep myself away from the edge, but my balls tighten with every whimper and moan she lets out.

Like a moth to a flame, I drop to my knees on the rug and move beside them. We allowed Damon to have his time with her, given this is their first time together, but now it’s time to share.

Her head rolls to the side, and she gives me a soft smile as I lie beside her. “You okay, Sparrow?”

“I don’t think okay cuts it.” Her half laugh is cut off by a moan when Damon slams into her wet heat.

“Are you going to take Damon’s cum, baby?”

Chloe’s pupils blow wide as she bites down on her bottom lip.

Jesus Christ, I’m barely going to get inside her before I blow my load at this rate.

“You’re so pretty when you’re being fucked like our own personal whore,” I praise, and Damon curses.

“Fuck. Me,” he grinds out.

I smirk. “Are you driving Damon crazy, baby?”

She nods with a mischievous smile tugging at her lips.

“You drive us all crazy. We’re so fucking obsessed with you I don’t think you’ll ever have more than an hour without one of us fucking you.”

“She likes that idea,” Damon grunts. “She’s clenching me so hard right now.”

“Our greedy girl is ready for her first load,” Ryker rumbles from the couch.

“Ask Damon for what you need, Mama.”

Her blush spreads down her chest, and I can’t help but lower my mouth to her hard peaks.

I’ve always loved her tits, always spent as much time as I could justify worshipping them as I could. It seems some things never change.

“Don’t get shy on us now, Duchess.”

Chloe’s lips part on a cry as he drives his point home with a rough thrust that pushes her up the rug.

“Please, Damon,” she sobs. “Fuck. Please give me your cum. I need it. Please.”

Tears of pleasure roll down her cheeks. She’s overwhelmed in the best way, and my cock throbs with the need to get inside her.

It won’t be long before I can sink into her perfect cunt, and when I do, I’m not sure how I’ll last more than a few pumps.

Damon groans as his pace picks up. He has one hand planted beside her head while the other brackets her throat, applying just enough pressure that her eyes flare and her body trembles. “Come for me one more time, Duchess, and then I’ll give you my cum.”

I graze my teeth over the hard bud between my lips, and the bite of pain pushes her over the edge.

Chloe’s screams fill the living room and I barely manage to stop myself from coming.

As soon as she tips over the edge, Damon’s thrusts lose all rhythm as he chases his own release, and she doesn’t have to wait long for what she asked for.

He lets out a roar as he seats himself deep, the tendons in his throat tight while his grip on our girl never falters. Even in the throes of pleasure, he won’t hurt her.