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I feel the tip of Ryle’s cock whisper against my ass, asking the very same question. “Yes,” I near-whisper, so excited I can hardly stand it. “I’m ready.”
There’s no more talking. Words cease to be necessary. Ryle nips my shoulder blade and begins to suckle. Then I feel his hands spread my ass cheeks and I feel the coolness of his cock. He presses gently, just making contact.
Meanwhile, Ben enters me with a single thrust that makes me gasp. As he pumps inside me, I feel the head of Ryle’s cock circling my asshole. When he thrusts into my ass, I reach out and grasp Ben’s shoulders.
“Are you okay?”
“It’s too much,” I gasp. “I can’t take it. It’s too much.”
“Calm down,” Ryle says softly in my ear. “Let us decide what you can take.”
“But—”
“Shh. Trust us, babygirl.” Ben says before pressing a finger to my lips.
Then he begins to move inside me again, his thrust pushing me toward Ryle, who pushes me right back. Then Ryle is kissing my shoulder, my neck, anywhere his lips can reach as he holds me by the hips.
As Ben thrusts inside me, his right hand is caressing my breast and pebbling my nipple. It’s sensation overload, but in the best possible way.
They promised I’d have another orgasm, and as I move between their two bodies, I feel one building. My musclestighten, and my pussy clenches Ben’s cock.I should hold back for them.But as soon as the thought crosses my mind, I dismiss it. I’m the luckiest girl in the world, with two men who only care aboutmypleasure.
Which is good, because as Ryle nibbles and kisses with his cock possessing my ass, Ben pinching my nipples while my pussy holds tight to his cock, I can feel that it won’t be long. My body tightens like a vise. That’s my first sign. But then I begin to spiral. The two of them never lose their rhythm. They seem to be in synchrony, sharing me between them as though they’ve been doing it for years.
I entwine my fingers in Ben’s hair, and I begin to let go. I rock my hips, pushing myself onto Ben’s cock, and he thrusts back, pushing me toward Ryle. It’s one euphoric sensation atop another until I can’t hold back another second. I begin to unfurl with a mewl that becomes a groan as I feel my body tingling all the way down to my curling toes.
“Come for us, baby,” Ben growls while Ryle bites my shoulder.
I throw my head back as my body arches. But while I’m shaking with my release, I’m still being ricked between the two of them. Ben cracks next, moving inside me with frenzied thrusts before he groans his release.
Ryle doesn’t make a sound, but I feel the way he seizes behind me, the way his teeth dig deeper until it hurts just a little. Then he lets me go, and the three of us lay together—sweaty, exhausted, and completely sated.
Chapter Eight
Ben
“Make sure you have some protein with those pancakes, sweetheart.”
Cami makes a face. “Hey, I’m eating for two!”
“You are,” Ryle agrees, reaching out and rubbing her belly that has finally begun to show at five months. “Which is why you need to make sure you’re eating therightthings.” Without another word, he reaches over and puts two pieces of sausage onto her plate.
She scowls but picks one up and takes a bite.
“I’m coming with a glass of water,” I say, reaching for the fridge. As I do, the sight of our calendar catches my eye. I quickly scan it, and my brow furrows as I read. But I pour the water into her cup and bring it to the table. I take a seat and watch her drink before I bring it up. “Didn’t you have an OB appointment yesterday?”
“Oh, that’s right. We were both swamped, so I guess it slipped my mind. How’d it go?” Ryle asks.
“I didn’t have an appointment,” Cami says, taking a bite of sausage.
I pull out my phone and open the calendar app. “I have it here.” I slide it over to her.
She shrugs a shoulder. “You must have written it down wrong.”
Ryle catches my gaze and arches a brow. We’ve gotten even better at reading each other over the last couple months.What’s up?His eyes are asking.
He’s about to find out, because I know my Little girl enough to know when she’s lying. It doesn’t happen often, but when it does, she’s squirmy and avoids my eyes. “Let me seeyourcalendar, Cami.”
She shrugs again, but when she tries to hand me her phone, she’s looking at the wall above my head.
