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“All good, don’t stop,” I beg.
Cass moans against my clit like I’m the sweetest thing he’s ever tasted, like the sound of me falling apart is his fucking reward.
Mal slides in deeper.
“Still good?”he murmurs, his voice so close to gentle it makes me ache.
“Yes,” I gasp.“Don’t stop.”
He doesn’t.
He adds a second finger, slowly, carefully, stretching me open while Cass licks me like he’s trying to make me lose my mind.The contrast—Cassian’s tongue against my clit, Malerick’s fingers inside my ass—it’s too much.It’s perfect.It’s exactly what I needed without even knowing it.
“Fuck, you’re taking it so well,” Mal says, fingers pumping, scissoring me open.“So fucking tight.Cass, you feel how she’s twitching for it?”
Cass doesn’t answer with words.
He groans low and deep, the sound vibrating through me as his mouth devours my pussy, licking up every drip of slick I can’t stop giving him.
I scream—sharp and broken—and they don’t stop.
They won’t stop.
Because they want me ruined again, and I want to give it to them.
Cassian’s mouth is relentless—his tongue curling around my clit, lips sucking hard, then soft, then just enough to keep me gasping.And behind it all, Mal’s fingers stretch me open in with slow, patient thrusts that burn in the best way.
I try to breathe.
I can’t.
I shake, thighs trembling, hips jerking—my legs no longer obeying me.I feel the orgasm building, rising from somewhere deep, not just between my thighs but everywhere.My heart.My spine.My throat.
“Cass—” I gasp.“I’m?—”
He doesn’t stop.
He groans against me, pushing his tongue flat as Mal curls his fingers just right—and I snap.
I come hard, crying out with a ragged, aching sound that doesn’t even sound like me.My hips buck.My pussy clenches around nothing.My ass grips Mal’s fingers tight.I can’t stop shaking.I’m not even sure I want to.
They don’t move right away.They hold me through it—Cassian’s tongue gentle now, teasing through the aftershocks.Mal strokes my side, his mouth brushing my ear.
“That’s it,” he murmurs.“You’re ready now.”
“Yeah,” Cass adds, voice hoarse and needy—almost desperate.“You took those fingers so well.You're going to take him even better.”
They guide me up like I’m weightless.Mal settles against the headboard, legs spread wide, cock thick, flushed, and glistening with lube.I straddle his lap, my back to his chest, thighs trembling as I lower onto him—still panting, still wet, still raw and aching for more.His hands find my hips, grounding me as I sink down, every inch a slow, burning stretch that makes my breath catch.
“You sure?”he asks, voice rougher now—strained like he’s holding himself back.
“Yes,” I whisper.“I want you.Both.”
I lower myself slowly.
Mal’s cock stretches me wide—so much more than his fingers, so thick it burns in that sweet, decadent way that makes my eyes roll back.I groan, legs trembling, palms braced on his thighs as I sink onto him inch by inch, the pressure building with every breath.His chest is warm at my back, his breath hot against my shoulder, and all I can do is hold on as the stretch turns sharp and addictive and perfect.
“Oh, fuck?—”
