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“I found her,” he yelled, not taking his eyes off of me.

“You hunted me down,” I teased. “Now, what are you going to do with me?”

He pulled his black T-shirt over his head and threw it to the side. God, I love watching the way his abs rippled as he stomped towards me. He stopped at the foot of the bed, grabbed the sheet with one hand, and ripped it away from me, exposing my naked body to him.

He kneeled at the foot of the bed and grabbed my ankles, pulling them apart and then yanking my body down the bed towards him.

“Whatever the fuck I want,” he said before laying his body over mine and kissing me like he owned me. My entire body felt like it was lit on fire by his touch.

“Aw man, the dragon got her first,” Brock whined from somewhere by the stairs. “Now, what are we going to do? Do we have to wait?”

“No,” Malik said, breaking our kiss and getting to his feet, pulling me up with him. “I think our girl here likes to watch.”

“Really,” Cal said from somewhere behind Malik.

Malik kept his eyes on mine, and I couldn’t break the connection. He held me with his gaze, like he was looking into my eyes and seeing all my secrets. Then he picked me up and carried me over to an old armchair off to the side. I hadn’t meant to leave it up here, but I didn’t know what to do with it, not yet.

Malik sat down and then turned me in his lap so my back was against his front, and my thighs were draped over the sides of his legs.

Cal gave me a sexy smirk and grabbed Brock by his collar. “The girl likes to watch. Be a good boy for her and give her a show.”

My core clenched as Brock’s eyes went wide, his lips parted, and he nodded.

Cal pulled Brock’s shirt over his head and threw it to the side, followed by his own.

I loved to see their bodies side by side, both of them covered with muscles, Cal’s thick pale physique that looked like it was carved from white marble against Brock’s golden tan and lean swimmer build.

They were both so beautiful, but next to each other, touching each other was almost ethereal in its beauty.

Cal kissed Brock while his hands caressed all that golden skin, and Brock’s hands went to Cal’s jeans and unbuttoned them before sliding down the fly and slipping his hand inside to feel Cal’s cock.

My core clenched again, and my hands went to my breasts, needing to touch myself, to take the edge off the need building in me.

“I don’t think so, angel,” Malik whispered in my ear, pulling my body back against his. He grabbed my wrists and brought them behind my back to the center of his belt.

“Hold on to this, and do not let go,” he demanded.

I gripped the leather of his belt, tightening with my fingers, and tried to ignore that deep ache inside me as I watched Brock looking up at Cal as he dropped to his knees.

I watched mesmerized as Brock stroked Cal’s cock from root to tip. When Cal wrapped his fingers in Brock’s hair and pulled his lips closer to his cock, my hips rocked in Malik’s lap, grinding against his jeans, needing some friction.

Brock stuck out his tongue and licked a fat strip up the underside of Cal’s cock, and then wrapped his lips around the head and sank down.

Cal let out a deep groan of satisfaction, and I let out a whine of need.

“Damn, I’m not into the whole guy-on-guy thing, but fuck, he can take a lot,” Malik said behind me, and Cal let out a low chuckle and ran his thumb down Brock’s cheek.

“Take more, dirty boy,” Cal said, and Brock pushed forward, pressing his nose against Cal’s abs. I was shocked. How was he not gagging? And why was that so incredibly hot? Could he teach me how to do that?

Malik’s hands cupped my breasts as he pulled me back against him, and I kept watching Brock hollow out his cheeks around Cal’s cock.

“If I pet that pretty little pussy right now, angel, will I find you dripping wet for me?”

I nodded, and Malik’s hands moved down my body, and he spread his legs apart, forcing mine to open. Cal watched while Maliks fingered spread my pussy lips, and he circled my clit with the pad of his finger before sinking it inside me.

A breath escaped my lips as I relaxed back into his arms while he played with me. My eyes never left Cal and Brock.

“God, you are so wet. Such a good girl for us,” Malik praised. “The pussy is just begging to be filled, and all from watching Brock do all the work.”

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