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Madyson’s watching him through half-lidded, lust-filled eyes. A dollop of cum drops out of her, and before it lands, his fingers catch it. Then he pushes it back into her body.

My cock is hard in an instant. He pushed my cumbackinside her.

Madyson collapses flat on the desk. The significance overwhelms me.

“You love being filled, don’t you? You’re a naughty good girl. A good girl so full of cum.” Emmet’s words are soft and reverent. The tone and the filth make it so erotic.

“Emmet,” she pleads.

Emmet’s breathing is erratic, and he’s close to coming again. I yank up her skirt to expose her lower abdomen. “Come all over her.”

His eyes widen with surprise, but the words tip him over the edge and he stands, pumping rope after rope of cum on her pubic bone so it drips down her bare pussy.

There’s nothing I want more than to bend down and be the one to clean it up. To swallow down his cum and finally taste it firsthand. But if I do, there’s no going back. It’s a massive effort to resist. To prevent myself from doing something stupid, I say, “Feed it to her.”

He scoops up fingers full of his yummy cum and Madyson sucks it down, gathering every drop with her tongue.

“You should get a plug to keep your cum in her.” He strokes her cheek.

She’d love that.

This has disaster written all over it.

Chapter twenty-one

Emmet

The bed creaks with the motion of tossing the hockey puck in the air and catching it. I’m flat on my back, spending the night alone in my sparse room. It’s not like I expected them to fall all over me and ask me to spend every waking moment with them.

A pure fantasy. Fuck, it was hands down the hottest thing that’s ever happened to me.

There’s porn, there are fantasies, and there’s Madyson laid out like a damn buffet, swallowing my cock while Jayce fucks her stupid. My dick rages in my sweats, insisting I let it out and get some relief. But the problem is, there’s no relief. Nothing will satisfy my urges except them.

I’m probably a fun experiment for them. A guy they can see once a week to provide a couple extra orgasms. That’s all I’m good for. I’m not a guy they’re dying to be with. They admitted they don’t want my past to interfere with their future. I’m not a long-term guy.

Jayce held himself back, and it’s debatable if he’ll ever trust me.

Sweet mother of sex gods. The desire to lick him clean after he fucked Madyson broke me. To taste his cock after being inside of her—mission-delicious-impossible. My dick jumps and I press it, willing it away.

I’m already itching for more with them. A terrible idea.

They’ve officially ruined me for all other sexual experiences. It’s not just that it was two people. It’s them.

Even though Madyson loves Jayce, she devoured me. She’s texted me several times today, checking in.

It’s more than sex for me. Her heart and capacity for compassion drew me to her in high school. She had a knack for knowing which students needed extra support.

She tagged me the first day in her class. She spent her lunch and free periods finding resources to help us get food. I never told her how dire our situation was, but she knew I was always hungry and hooked me up with a couple of food pantries.

I scrub my hand over my face. As much as I want to be with her, Jayce sets me on fire. And I can’t tell if I’m going to burn alive or dissolve in a lavender haze.

I hate him and want him equally and fiercely.

He obviously loves Madyson. Cleary devoted. But he lies.

You can’t have a healthy relationship if you are afraid of the truth.

A fact I can’t get my head around.

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