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By the time we’ve got her down to nothing, she’s already writhing, surrounded by us, claimed by us. Her legs fall open automatically, and Timothy wastes no time. His tongue is on her, licking long and deep as she throws her head back, one hand gripping his hair.
“I want her first,” I growl, already undoing my belt. “I need to fuck her while she’s looking me in the eyes.”
“Then take her,” Freddie says, lifting her from behind and pressing her forward, her hands bracing on my shoulders.
I line up and slam into her in one hard thrust, and her cry echoes through the shop, bouncing off the walls and settling into my spine.
“You’re so fucking tight, baby. You feel that? How full you are already?”
She nods frantically, moaning as Timothy stands and guides her mouth to his cock. Her lips part automatically, fuck, she’s so obedient when she’s desperate, and she takes him in deep, gagging just a little, which only makes his breath hitch.
I fuck her hard, dragging her down onto me over and over, her moans vibrating around Timothy. And Freddie? He’s behind her again, spreading her ass cheeks, watching the way I disappear into her while he rubs a slick finger around her rim.
“You want more, Ivy?” he whispers. “Want to be filled everywhere? Let us own you tonight?”
She whines around Timothy’s cock, trying to nod. I grab her jaw and gently pull her mouth free.
“Say it,” I growl. “Tell us how you want it.”
“I want it,” she gasps. “I want you in my ass, Freddie. I want to be full. Please.”
My vision goes black for a second.
She doesn’t even realize what that does to us, how much power she has in that moment, saying those words.
Freddie takes his time prepping her, whispering filth and praise as I slow my thrusts, giving her time. Timothy’s hands are in her hair, guiding her back onto him, groaning as she sucks him.
And then, slowly, Freddie presses into her ass, and she screams around Timothy’s cock.
We’re deep inside her together, so fucking full, and she takes it all.
“You’re perfect,” I pant, barely holding on. “Our perfect girl.”
“Fuck, Ivy,” Freddie grits out. “You’re gonna make me come just from this.”
Timothy pulls out of her mouth and leans down, kissing her breathless. “Hold it, both of you. She comes first.”
I reach between us and start rubbing her clit, fast and rough. She’s so overstimulated it’s cruel, but she fucking loves it. Her whole body tenses, then snaps, her orgasm crashing through her like a freight train. She screams our names as she comes, clenched so tight around us I see stars.
We follow her off that cliff seconds later, collapsing around her, inside her, wrecked.
Spent.
And yet… not done.
Not by a long shot.
Because now, she’s ours.
And we’re never letting her forget it.
CHAPTER FIFTY
Ivy
A few months in,and I’m still trying to wrap my head around this life.
It hasn’t been easy.
