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I watch enraptured as her eyes roll back in her head, meanwhile she’s trying to form a coherent thought. Fuck, she’s a sight to behold.

“I—ah, for both . . . for both of you!” she finally cries out.

I meet Key’s eyes and he raises his brow at me before pulling his hand from between her legs. I let go of her breast, the skin glistening in the low light from where I just worked my mouth over her.

Key leans in until their faces are only inches apart. “Prove it. Get on your knees and show us just how hot you are for two cocks.”

I can’t see her face but I hear the tiny squeak that escapes her lips. Key unbuckles his belt, pulling it from the loops of his jeans, and I follow. Dusty looks between us and like a fallen angel sinks to her knees.

“At least there’s one thing that came out of going to church,” Key says with a smirk. “All that practice made you look goddamn gorgeous on your knees.”

He pulls his cock from his pants, the jeans slipping down his hips, and without breaking eye contact she wraps her red lips around him. He hisses, his eyes closing briefly before returning to watch her with fascination and adoration. I’m so fucking hard that I nearly pop the button of my fly as I try to get my pants undone. Without even looking over, she brushes my hand away to fiddle with the enclosure until it opens. I sigh with relief as the pressure eases but it’s only momentary because then I feel her soft fingers pulling me out into the open.

Key’s fist winds its way into her hair as his hips gently sway forward. “Damn, your mouth is fucking sacred.”

Her eyelids flutter and she moans around him, her pace increasing ever so slightly. And I watch them. They’re so fucking beautiful together. Key pulls her head back, not hard but enough to know he means business and he leans down in front of her.

“I thought you were going to show how much you wanted us both, meanwhile the only dick you’re sucking is mine.”

Dusty’s wide blue eyes find mine and she looks up pleadingly at me. “Yes, sorry—I,” she starts, but Key pushes her face toward me then crouches down to whisper in her ear.

“Now open wide for him. Let him fuck this gorgeous face until you’re a mess.”

She nods then grips me tight and swallows me down. My stomach contracts and my balls tighten hard and fast and I have to tangle my fist in her hair to stay upright. Key’s right. Her mouth was made to worship.

I’ll worship all of her, forever.

CHAPTER44

Nasty Girl

KEY

Never in a million years did I think I’d be here. It’s crazy enough to think that Dusty would be back in my life and that it would be in a way where I get to love her. But this? I remember what she said to me the first day I ever met her. That her greatest wish was to be loved. I’ve always loved her but she needs more, and now she has it. She deserves it. The universe sure has a dark sense of humor, because surely this was all meant to be—life was always meant to end up this way. What else could explain the astronomical odds of my best friend falling in love with the love of my life?

Dusty slides her tongue up the underside of my dick and I groan. Her hand works Joel while she sucks me off. Then, as if to prove to me she does love us both equally, she strokes me while sucking him. I watch, fascinated, as she switches between us. Her lips are swollen and her chest shines from the drool that has spilled down her mouth and neck. Years of fantasies are coming true in this moment.

“What do you think, Joel? Is she messy enough for you yet?” I ask.

She sits back on her heels and swallows. The muscles of her throat working so beautifully.

“I think she’s done a pretty good job,” he says, humming softly.

Joel, Joel, Joel. Always with the praise. Guy doesn’t have a mean bone in his body and while I’m hardly a bully, there’s something about leaving behind the religiously traumatized boy to become this version of myself that turns me on. Dusty was always the one in control of our narrative. It was her who came and went in and out of my life. Now? I’m taking that power back. And while I wasn’t sure if she could handle it at first, that look in her eye right now tells me she loves it.

“If you’re satisfied,” I say with a careless drawl. “But I think she needs to prove herself a little more to me.”

Joel smirks. “I think I know exactly what you mean. Lie on the bed, princess,” he says.

She wipes her mouth and moves to obey, but I grasp her wrist as she passes me. Her eyes crease at the corners as she looks back questioningly.

“Lose the bottoms,” I say, gesturing to the skirt and underwear she’s still wearing.

“Oh,” she whispers, “right?—”

“I got you, princess,” Joel says, stepping behind her. He hooks his thumbs into the belt loops of that devastating mini skirt and pulls down. Her matching green thong sits delectably on her hips and when she steps out of the skirt, I spot where the fabric is damp and my mouth waters.

Joel leans down to kiss her hip, and her eyes close for a moment as he sinks his teeth into the soft skin of her thigh. He pulls the fabric down exposing her and I’m not sure how it’s possible but I get harder seeing all of her bare like this.

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