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"Come for me, Autumn," I growl against her. "Let me taste you."
She explodes. Her body arches off the bed, a scream tearing from her throat that's half sob, half shriek. Her slick gushes, flooding my mouth, and I drink her down, lapping at her through the convulsions. Her walls clamp around my fingers, milking me with spasms that seem to go on forever.
When she finally goes limp, her chest heaving, I pull my fingers out slowly. They're coated in her slick and I bring them to my mouth, sucking them clean, watching her watch me through heavy-lidded eyes.
"I want that," she whispers, her voice hoarse. "I need you both inside me. Please, fill me up."
"You sure?" Tripp asks, his voice rough.
"God, yes. I can take it. Please."
Tripp and I exchange a look. We've double-teamed her before, but always one in her pussy, one in her mouth. This is new. The thought of fitting both of us inside that tight, slick hole makes my balls ache.
I climb onto the bed properly, lying back against the pillows, my cock standing painfully hard against my stomach.
I pat my thighs. "Come here. Ride me."
Her eyes light up, a smile curling her lips. She crawls over me, her blonde hair falling around her face, her pussy glistening and swollen from my mouth. She straddles my hips, her knees digging into the mattress, and reaches down to guide me to her entrance.
I watch her sink onto me slowly… so fucking slowly. Her breath hitches as she takes me inch by inch, her gray eyes locked on mine, her lips parted. When she's fully seated with her thighs flush against my hips, she grinds down, a low moan escaping her throat.
"Like that?" she asks, her voice a ragged rasp.
"Exactly like that." I grip her hips, letting her set the pace. She rocks forward, back, her slick coating my shaft, her clit rubbing against my pubic bone.
I wrap my arms around her waist and pull her forward, down onto my chest, her tits pressing against me, her face in my neck. She gasps but I hold her there, my cock still buried deep inside her.
"Tripp," I growl. "Get behind her."
Tripp moves without a word. The bed dips as he kneels behind her, his hands sliding over her ass, spreading her cheeks. I feel the heat of him, the weight of his gaze on where we're joined.
"Ready, Sweetheart?" he asks, his voice rough.
She nods against my neck, her nails digging into my shoulders. "Yes."
He lines himself up and presses the tip against her entrance, right next to mine. The sensation is like nothing I’ve felt before, his shaft rubbing against mine through her stretched pussy lips.
"Breathe," I murmur. "Relax for us."
Tripp pushes in slowly, inch by inch. Autumn's face twists, and she lets out a choked cry. Her slick gushes, coating us both, making the slide easier. Her body accepts him, stretching impossibly wide until both of our cocks are buried inside her, sharing the same tight space, while she grips us like a vise.
We're both buried to the hilt. The pressure is incredible, the friction of his cock against mine, the way she's trembling around us. I can feel every flutter of her muscles.
"Fuck," Tripp hisses through clenched teeth. "She's so goddamn tight."
Autumn's eyes are rolled back, her mouth open, a thin line of drool running down her cheek. She's already coming apart, and we haven't even moved yet.
"Move," she whimpers. "Please, move."
I start first. A slow, deep withdrawal, then a thrust back in. Tripp matches my rhythm, pulling out as I push in, so one of us is always filling her. It’s fucking indescribable; her cunt stretched around both of us, the slide of his cock against mine, her slickness making everything sloppy and wet.
Autumn's hands grab at the sheets, her knuckles white. She's moaning, a continuous, desperate sound that builds with every stroke.
"Harder," she begs. "Fuck me harder, both of you."
Our pace quickens. I'm pounding into her, Tripp matching me thrust for thrust. The room fills with the sound of wet flesh slapping, her screams, and our growls. Her head thrashes side to side, her gray eyes wild.
"God, yes! Fuck! Right there! Please, don't stop!"
