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I caress my hand down the side of her face until I’m holding her chin, putting a stop to her cock worshiping.

“Does that mean you’re ready for us?”

She traps her lower lip between her teeth. “Take me to bed.”

Noah and I offer her our hands, and she stands, a soft whimper sneaking out of her. I reach behind her and find the end of the plug, jiggling it. Quinn grips me and groans.

“I’m jealous you get to fuck this sweet ass, baby,” I tell Noah. I leave the plug in and lightly spank Quinn’s round globe.

Noah runs his tongue over his teeth, eyes traveling down to my erection before he says, “Next time, after she’s been nice and stretched.”

My heart pounds louder in my ears. Next time.

Unable to wait any longer, I tug Quinn and Noah to the bed. I drop to the sheets and situate myself at the top of the mattress, partly propped up by pillows so Quinn can ride me.

I beckon her forward with two fingers. “Come here, pretty girl.”

Without hesitation, she crawls toward me, breasts swinging. If there is a next time, I’d like to fuck those, too.

“Straddle my lap,” I command.

Quinn doesn’t need to be told twice. I help her get into position, her hot, wet pussy sliding over my cock. She rocks slowly, hands pressed to my chest.

“You’re in charge here,” I say. “You tell us if it’s too much and exactly what you need.”

“I will.”

I pull her down for a kiss, our tongues tangling in a dance that’s becoming familiar. I groan into her mouth when her hand wraps around my cock, and she pumps me a few times before she lifts her hips. Another hand wedges between us, and Noah takes my cock from her.

“Let me help you, Sunshine.”

She turns to kiss him, and my head falls back to the pillows. Noah lines my cock up with her entrance as I grip her waist. Quinn lowers herself slowly onto my shaft, her tight heat enveloping me.

Having sex with her last night was a dream, both raw and real, obscene and rough. Her pussy was like a tight glove around me, but this position with the plug still in her ass…it’s transcendent. And she’s not even taken all of me yet.

Noah hums. “My wife’s pussy is so greedy for you, baby.” He drops his hand away, and Quinn fully seats herself on my dick.

My vision goes white at the sensation as her pussy grips me tight.

“Shit,” I slur. “God, this cunt.”

I wait only a few seconds for us to adjust then lift my hips up under her. The action pushes me deeper and pulls a cry from Quinn. She falls forward on my chest so her mouth is pressed to the space where my neck and shoulder meet. I hold her to me, memorizing the weight of her in my arms and the way our bodies are completely connected.

Noah runs a hand down her back in a soothing motion. “So beautiful together.”

His hand slips lower, over the forearm I’m using to hold her to me. I know the moment he touches the plug because Quinn jerks against me.

“Easy, pretty girl,” I mutter against her hair. “Do you still want Noah’s cock in your sweet ass?”

“God, yes,” she murmurs. “Please.”

Her inner muscles pulse, and I relish in the tight squeeze of her cunt—which is about to get a hell of a lot tighter.

I grin at Noah. “Our slut’s pretty holes need to be filled. Don’t make her wait.”

Noah swears, and Quinn responds by attempting to arch her ass for him, but it’s not the easiest in the position she’s in.

I cup Quinn’s ass cheeks, spreading them for him. “Fuck your wife’s ass, Noah.”