Page 231 of The Fake Date Agreement

“No,Gatinha,” Javier breathes. “Let me do the work. I’ll find my way in.”

And he does.

Between lube and tiny thrusting motions, he makes space in my body and works himself deep.

I feel stretched like I never have before.

Reid groans, his eyes squeezed tightly shut, and his body is trembling under me.

“Reid?” I whisper.

“Fuck, this is incredible.” He takes a ragged breath. “This not moving is going to fucking kill me.”

I feel him throbbing, so I know he means it.

When Caleb guides his cock to my mouth, I leave my hands on Reid’s shoulders, letting Caleb control the pace, giving him my trust.

“Whatever you want, Caleb.” I look him in the eye. “Take it. It’s yours.”

His eyes burn with pleasure. His hand gripping my hair tightens. Right now, looking at him like this, I know this is his thing.

This is what he wants.

Me giving myself up to him to do with what he wants.

Caleb brushes the tip of his cock over my mouth.

I open it.

“That’s it,” Caleb whispers, angling my head back as he grunts and starts thrusting. “You always know what I need.”

Reid is shaking beneath me, and I moan in response to each hard jerk of his cock.

Then Javier starts moving, easing out and thrusting back in.

All I feel is pressure. Tight. Too small. Stretched.

Caleb is grunting as he fucks my mouth, controlling the pace as I try to remember to breathe while Javier and Reid’s cocks throb deep inside me.

The pleasure builds, and it blooms inside me.

Heat is curling in my belly as Caleb pumps into my mouth, then my throat.

Reid is gasping, fingers almost painful on my hips as he starts to come.

I’m squeezed so tight around them both that it’s too much.

Caleb fills my mouth, and I swallow just before he pulls out, and Javier slams into me one last time.

I scream, my muscles so tense as my mind shatters.

Javier is groaning, and his cock still twitches inside me as I slump on top of Reid.

It takes forever for my heart to stop racing.

Javier presses a soft kiss on the back of my shoulder and gently eases out of me. Reid does the same. As they move me, Caleb is there, on his knees, with a damp cloth that he uses to clean between my thighs.

I smile at him, and he returns it, leaning down to claim a kiss. “Beautiful,” he breathes against my lips. “Rest now, okay?”

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