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Still holding me like I’m not a burden, like I’m meant to be cradled and taken and ruined by his hands alone.

My head falls back as a cry rips from my throat, my body arching into his as he moves.

Powerful.

Measured.

His arms flex with every thrust, muscles bunching beneath his skin, holding me effortlessly. Each movement isdevastatingly deep, controlled—perfect. Like he knows exactly how to build me up. How to hold me right at the edge.

My fingers claw at his shoulders, my lips brushing against his temple.

“Gray,” I sob, the word tumbling from me like a prayer. “It’s too much.”

But it’s not.

Because the way he’s looking at me?

It’s reverent.

Worshipful.

Like I’m not just the girl he wants—I’m the answer to something he didn’t know he was even asking.

“You’re mine,” he whispers, his voice cracking. “Which means you’ll take all of me.”

And I do.

I let him work his massive cock inside me, again and again—right there, in the middle of the family room, under the glow of twinkle lights and the warmth of someone who sees every part of me and still wants more.

Warmth behind me steals my focus for a second. Hunter is standing behind me, I realize.

His lips are on the back of my neck, my shoulder, as I bounce on Gray’s cock. Hunter’s hot length bumps into the cleft of my ass cheeks.

“I need you, baby,” he groans.

Gray looks at him, and something unspoken is communicated, because when Grayson’s eyes swing back to mine, he whispers against my lips. “Can Hunter fuck your ass, sweetheart?”

I think about it for half a second.

“Yes,” I surprise myself by panting.

“Caleb?” Hunter says.

“Yeah?” Caleb asks, back to stroking his leaking cock.

“Lube?”

“On it,” Caleb replies.

He grabs a pair of sweatpants—definitely not his—and tugs them on. A few minutes later, he’s back with something from the kitchen. It’s hard to focus with the way Grayson’s pounding me—still holding me in his arms like I’m weightless, practically hitting my g-spot with each hard thrust.

“Coconut oil?” Hunter asks from over my shoulder.

“It’ll work,” Caleb says with a nod.

And then things are happening. Grayson pulls out just long enough to lie stretched out on the floor. I’m positioned on top of him like a queen and begin riding him again.

A long groan pours out of him as he massages my bouncing breasts.

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