Page 31 of Devotion

Thorne pulled out. “I’m not sure it’s going to work this way, not if it’s already that uncomfortable.”

“I thought after Alek and, you know, having a baby, this would be a little easier.”

I reached up and cupped her jaw, making her look at me. “We’ll get there, Sunshine. You’re made for us. We just have to figure out the best way to do it.”

She nodded. “I trust you.”

“Pull out, Kingston. Let’s try this together. She can set the pace, take us both at the same time.”

“Oooh, I see what you’re saying.” I put on an announcer voice. “By our cocks combined, we can... I’m not sure where I was going with that, but you get the idea. If Alek can do it with his fucking forearm of a cock, the two of us together should be able to as well.”

“Exactly,” Thorne agreed with a nod, telling me he’d arrived at the same conclusion.

Sunday was smiling as she held herself above me and watched me slide out.

“Do you want to hold us together, or should I?” Thorne asked, his golden gaze meeting mine.

I didn’t have frottage on my bingo card for the year, but here we fucking go. “Knock yourself out,” I said.

The little gasp Sunday sucked in as Thorne’s long fingers wrapped around us both turned me the fuck on. I was dripping for her. Ready for Thorne and I to work as a team and make her see fucking fireworks.

“Okay, baby. Take us when you’re ready,” I almost pleaded.

She pushed herself back, her slick pussy opening over our dicks and accepting us with deliberate slowness.

“Color?” I asked.

“Green,” she breathed.

“Green,” Thorne agreed with a tight nod. His jaw was clenched, and the veins in his neck stood out in sharp relief as he held us still for her.

“Keep going, Sunshine. God, it feels good.”

“I’m starting to understand the appeal of the piercings,” Thorne gasped when I accidentally jerked and rubbed against him.

“Magic,” Sunday moaned. “Jake is magic.”

And again with the involuntary friction. I couldn’t help myself. Praise was my secret kink. It’s those words of affirmation.

“Fuck, Kingston. I’m not ready for this to be over yet. Stop fucking moving.”

“Sorry,” I said. But I wasn’t. It felt too fucking good to be truly repentant. This was hands down one of the hottest fucking things I’d ever done. And after a couple of Sunday’s heat cycles, that was saying something.

“I need to move,” she whispered, clenching around us.

“Green,” I blurted.

“Yes, dove. Green. Take what you want.”

She continued to inch down our joined cocks, her pleasured groan just as loud as ours. It was hard to tell who was enjoying this more. Us or her.

Thorne’s dick was pulsing against mine, which didn’t help matters. I was so damn close my balls throbbed.

“Close, Sunshine. Fuck.”

“Me too,” she whimpered.

“Green.” Thorne’s fingers clenched, still encircling the bases of our shafts, and I swear to God, I nearly blacked out.

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