Page 44 of Room One Hundred and Eleven

No, he’s frantic. Beyond the limits of his immense control.

I haven’t seen him like this often—and only ever with Aiden and me—but it’s glorious.

His cheekbones are extra sharp in the harsh lighting, and the defined ridges of his cut physique are visible through the fine mat of dark hair on his chest that matches the trail leading straight to his cock.

For a moment, I’m envious of our beauty.

I’d happily slip between her and Carter, taking over fucking her while he rides my ass like that.

Damn, he’s sexy. Fierce, and possessive. Determined.

Tenacious.

My fingers drift lower, toying with Poppy’s clit in a pattern that complements Carter’s strokes.

When she screams our names and her eyes roll back, Carter roars.

He clutches the leather belt around her waist and uses it to anchor himself as he yanks his body to her time after time. He fucks through her orgasm, joining her only when her cries have begun to fade.

“Fuck yes.” He shudders and holds, completely embedded in her. “Here it is. Take every damn drop.”

Aiden groans as he watches Carter unravel, shooting straight into Poppy’s unprotected pussy.

“You gonna give her more?” Carter’s voice is shredded. He grabs the back of Aiden’s neck and draws our best friend to him for a devastating kiss.

“They’re so…delicious,” Poppy murmurs as she stares in awe.

I know exactly what she means.

I’ll never get tired of watching them together no matter how many times I’m lucky enough to see it.

She whimpers as Carter withdraws.

He rings his dick and collects every bit of the pearlescent fluid clinging to it before stuffing it into her.

Then he steps aside, making room for Aiden between her legs.

Carter takes up where our partner left off, crushing his mouth to our beauty’s while Aiden slides deep, his fat dick disappearing effortlessly thanks to Carter’s mess.

If Carter wasn’t able to hold out for a marathon session, Aiden doesn’t stand a chance. This is his fantasy, his greatest desire. Poppy’s everything he’s ever dreamed of and more.

An answer to his wishes.

And gorgeous on top.

How the fuck did we get so lucky? We owe Gunner one hell of a wedding present.

My dick jabs Poppy’s hip. I hump her as I suck on her tits, loving the desperate cries she makes between Carter’s all-consuming lips. He’s feeding her his tongue and devouring her passion in return.

“Come on, Aiden.” I can’t help but cheer him on. “Give her everything you’ve got. Quick, bro.”

Carter rips his mouth from Poppy’s just long enough to whip his stare to me. “Don’t you dare come before you’re in her.”

“Or what? You’ll spank me?” We both know that isn’t going to make me last longer.

Hell, the thought alone is enough to shove me closer to the edge.

Poppy moans as if she’d like to see it. When Carter slaps her clit lightly as if he’s demonstrating his talents, she comes again.

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