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"Oh god," she gasped, her hands tangling in my hair. "Enzo, yes. Just like that."
I lapped at her eagerly, my tongue finding her clit as Brian continued his slow invasion. The dual sensations were incredible—the stretch of his cock opening me up, the taste of her arousal on my tongue, the way they both moaned my name like a prayer. I was meant to be here, between them, giving them both what they needed.
I’d felt lost for so long, and suddenly, I understood what it was like to feel whole.
When Brian finally bottomed out, his hips flush against my ass, I felt complete in a way I'd never experienced before. He was so deep inside me, so thick and hot, that I could feel every pulse of his heartbeat through his cock.
I reached back and stroked my hand down his thigh, feeling how close he was to me. He was buried to the hilt. The heavy, full feeling was delicious, and I never wanted it to end.
And it was Brian.
"How does it feel?" he asked, his voice rough with barely contained need.
"Perfect," I gasped, lifting my head from Gemma's pussy long enough to speak. "Like I was made for this. Made for your cock."
The words seemed to unlock something in Brian, because suddenly he was moving, pulling back until just the head of his cock remained inside me, then driving forward again with controlled force. The sensation was incredible—a perfect blend of pain and pleasure that had me crying out against Gemma.
"That's it," he growled, his hands tightening on my hips. "Take it. Take all of me."
I dove back into eating Gemma's pussy with renewed hunger, my tongue working her clit while my fingers found her entrance. She was so wet, so responsive, and the way she gasped and writhed above me only made me more desperate to please her.
"Enzo," she moaned, her thighs trembling against my shoulders. "Right there. Don't stop."
I didn't plan to stop. I couldn't stop. The rhythm of Brian's thrusts was driving me to new heights of pleasure, and I channeled all of that desperate energy into worshipping Gemma's body with my mouth and hands.
"You like this, don't you?" Brian asked. "You like being my little fuck toy. My personal cock sleeve."
The words sent fire racing through my veins, and I realized with crystal clarity that he was right. I did like it. I fucking loved it.
"Yes," I gasped, and my darkest, most secret fantasy spilled out. "I want to be your free-use fuck hole, baby. Use me whenever you need to come."
The confession came out raw and desperate, but it was the truth. I wanted to be available for him always, ready to drop to my knees or bend over whenever he needed relief. The thought of being his personal plaything, his to use and enjoy, was the most arousing thing I'd ever contemplated.
"Fuck," Brian groaned, his thrusts becoming more urgent. "You mean that?"
"Yes," I said, my voice breaking with need.
The pace of his fucking increased, and I could feel him getting closer to his own release. Each thrust hit my prostate perfectly, sending waves of pleasure through my body that made it hard to concentrate on anything else. But I forced myself to focus on Gemma, to keep working her toward her own climax.
"I'm close," she gasped, her hands tightening in my hair. "So close."
I sealed my lips around her clit and sucked hard, my fingers curling inside her to hit that spot that made her cry out. Her orgasm hit like a tsunami, her body convulsing as she came against my mouth. I lapped up every drop of her release, the taste of her satisfaction only making me more desperate for my own.
"Such a good boy," Brian panted, his thrusts becoming erratic. "Making her come while I fuck you. You're perfect, Enzo. So fucking perfect."
The praise combined with the relentless pressure against my prostate pushed me over the edge without warning. My orgasm hit me like a freight train, pleasure exploding through my body with an intensity that made me scream. I came untouched, my cock spurting all over the sheets while Brian's cock continued to pound into me.
"Fuck, I can feel you coming," Brian groaned, his own control finally snapping. "So tight. I'm going to fill you up."
His thrusts became desperate, urgent, and I could feel his cock swelling inside me as he approached his own climax. When he finally came, I felt every pulse of his release through the condom, felt the way his body shuddered against mine as he emptied himself inside me.
We collapsed together on the bed, all three of us breathing hard. Brian's cock was still inside me, softening slowly, and I never wanted him to pull out, but after a minute, he did, making sure he didn’t lose track of the condom. I felt claimed, marked, and satisfied in a way I'd never experienced before.
"Holy shit," I breathed, my voice hoarse from screaming.
Chapter 16
Brian
