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I go to protest. “No, no. Why? That’s so intim⁠—”

Miles squeezes at my throat, effectively cutting me off. “I take care of my women. And now, my men. But the women are always first. I need to learn how to take care of you, don’t I?”

Collin’s face morphs into a wicked smile, and seconds later, he’s on his knees while dragging a soapy washcloth up and down my legs. With Miles’ hand still on my throat, applying just enough pressure to make me near stupid, the sensations feel like I’m being electrocuted.

Collin grunts as he reaches my upper thighs. “She’s so wet, Sir.”

Miles hums in approval. The hand on my breast moves down to one of my legs, and he forcibly separates them. “Show us how wet you are then, Mistress.”

Fucking hell.

A desperate moan leaves my throat when I feel a finger slide against my entrance. Miles speaks down to Collin just as a finger slides inside me and shakes me to my core. “No soap here, right? Makes it worse.”

One of my hands snaps out to grip at Miles’ forearm as he slowly pumps a digit in and out of me.

Collin groans. “Nope. Not there.”

Miles chuckles. “I know. I know exactly how to take care of a woman, actually. I just needed an excuse to make her brainless one more time.”

My eyebrows pinch together and eyelids fall shut as a fire lights in my lower stomach.

There’s no way I’m going to come this quick.

What the fuck?

A low rumble escapes Collin, and I watch as he drops the washcloth entirely before spreading my legs as far as they can comfortably go while standing. “I figured as much. That’s why I was confused. I like this plan though, sir.”

“Yeah?” Miles answers. “We don’t need your pierced cock for this one either. You can help a different way. Finger her with me.”

Collin doesn’t hesitate. In seconds, I feel myself being stretched by another finger. My eyes snap open, and Miles relinquishes his hold on my throat enough for me to look down.

I watch as both Miles and Collin finger me, each moving in slow, curled motions.

The sight undoes me before I can even think about it.

“Fuck,” I mumble. “Fuck, fuck, fuck. Right there!”

Miles groans in my ear. “Guess what, Kayla?”

“Huh?” I barely manage.

“One day, it’s going to be both of our cocks inside your cunt. Doing this exact same thing.”

Holy shit.

That sentence is all I need.

Miles’ movements grow rougher as he feels my pussy clenching down on him, and Collin immediately follows suit. They both finger-fuck my cunt as hard as they can, and I hardly recognize the sounds falling out of my mouth as my orgasm shoots down my spine.

No.

Not just an orgasm.

As I squirt all over both of their hands.

Again.

Holy shit.