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She’s moaning, helplessly, hopelessly, head tossed back as she tries to process too much.
I pull back just long enough to reach up and take one nipple into my mouth while Mal keeps working her clit with his tongue.She arches, writhes, a wreck between us.My teeth graze lightly—just enough for her to shatter against it.
But I don’t let her.
Not yet.
Because I feel it—the way her body coils.The tremble.The breath she holds like she’s on the verge of a scream.She’s close, too close.Seconds away from falling apart.
I slide my hand down her belly, fingers already slick from her—fuck, she’s so wet I could lose myself in her.But I don’t push inside right away.I tease.Trace the curve of her, just barely dipping in before pulling back, again and again, until she’s writhing with frustration.Mal’s tongue is relentless, his grip on her thighs keeping her open while he hums low against her clit like he knows exactly what he's doing to her.
I press one finger in—slow, deep—and she gasps.
“Cass,” she pleads, hips canting up.“Please.”
“Not yet,” I murmur, my voice wrecked and rough with restraint.“You don’t get to come until I say.”
Her eyes flutter shut.She moans like that denial is its own kind of pleasure.And then I give her a second finger, curling just right.Her walls flutter around me, begging for more, for release.
But I’m not done teasing her.
My other hand comes up, brushing against the round swell of her ass, palming it, spreading her just a little wider.She’s flushed, glistening, and utterly unguarded.I drag one wet finger from her pussy to the tight pucker of her ass, circling it lightly.
Her whole body jolts.
“Oh my—” she starts, but her voice chokes off as I press my fingertip there.Just the tip.Just enough to make her curse and twist and forget her name.
“You want that too, sweetheart?”I whisper against her breast, my mouth still on her nipple.“Want both of us inside you?One in your pussy ...one in this tight little ass?”
She makes a noise I’ve never heard before—somewhere between a sob and a moan—and Mal pulls back from her clit, eyes flicking up to meet mine, dark and hungry and wild.
“She’s close,” he says, his voice thick with desire.“You feel it?”
I nod.“She’s shaking.”
I slide both fingers back into her pussy, fucking her slow while my thumb keeps teasing that other entrance.I don’t breach it—not yet—but she’s dripping, trembling, mewling like she’s about to come apart from just this.
And she tries.
God, she tries.
But her body’s trembling like a live wire stretched too tight, and we’re nowhere near finished.
I feel it—the quake of her thighs, the way her breath catches on a sob, the clench of her pussy fluttering around my fingers like she’s trying to obey but her body’s long past logic.
“She’s not going to last,” Mal murmurs, licking his lips as he watches her come undone.
I look down at her—this woman spread out before us, flushed and panting, lips parted in a silent plea.Her hands grip the edge of the cushion like she’s holding on for dear life.She meets my gaze, eyes wild and pleading, and something inside me breaks.
“Let go.”
That’s all it takes.
Her back arches like a bow.Her cry tears from her throat, raw and uncontrolled.Her entire body convulses as she comes—hard.Shaking.Clutching.Fucking devastated by it.She whimpers my name, then Mal’s, then a broken gasp as her legs try to close and we don’t let them.We hold her through it.We keep touching her, gentle now, coaxing her through the aftershocks until she sags into the cushions, ruined and perfect.
She blinks up at me, dazed.Boneless.
But we’re not done.
