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My palms land on her thighs, and I push them up over her hips to her waistband. She mewls into his mouth and thrusts her pelvis into my hands. I grip the elastic on her blue leggings and pull them down, then drop them on the floor. I look down at her underwear, and my dick twitches in my shorts.

They’re fucking pink. With red chilli peppers all over them.

Her legs scissor and reveal a wet patch right where her greedy little hole is. My dick thickens, fucking eager to get inside her. Gripping under her knees, I widen her legs, then lean down, brush my nose up the inside of her thigh, and bury my face in her centre.

Inhaling deep, my hips twitch at the smell of her. Fuck, it’s perfect.

She groans again, and her nails scrape against my scalp. I know she’s getting fucking wetter for me, and I need to see it. To feel it.

Pulling back, I rub the crotch of her underwear deeper into her pussy, dipping the material inside her hole, needing more of her coating them. Finally satisfied, I rip them down her legs and shove them into my pocket for later.

Her pink, needy pussy glistens for me, and I trail my fingers around her hole.

“Give her tits attention,” I direct Bry.

His hands shake as he quickly tugs her T-shirt up. We both groan to see her bare underneath it. Her heavy pants make them heave, and I’m tempted to shove my face between them. They’re not huge. They’re big enough that I could slide my dick between them and fuck them, but small enough that she seems comfortable without a bra.

And I fucking love it.

“Squeeze them, suck them, or kiss them, don’t just stare,” I growl after he hesitates too long.

Feeling twitchy that her attention’s fixed on Bry, I thrust a finger inside her heat. Satisfaction licks through me when her eyes dart to mine. Her hot, needy pussy grips me, and I smirk at her.

“Anything you don’t want, you say. You want this to stop, you say,” I tell her, then pump in slowly to give her a moment to digest my words.

She nods enthusiastically. “Okay, yes. Just keep going, don’t stop.”

My smirk widens, and I slide in another finger, fucking her with them. She moans low in her chest. She sounds perfect, but it’s not loud enough, and I know I can get her to do better.

Everyone in the fucking building needs to hear how my girl screams for me. But none of them can fucking see or touch her.

Bry wraps his lips around one breast, and his fingers tug and pluck at her other nipple. Rosy looks slick and shiny from his mouth, her skin pebbled and pink from blushing.

Desperate for more, I shuck off my shorts and kneel on the bed between her legs. Hand fisting my dick, I slide the head through the wetness dripping from her pussy. I groan when her pelvis pushes into me, the friction fucking everything.

Our eyes meet, and her mouth falls open as I spit into my palm then rub it all around her hole. Not wanting her attention to stray, I notch my head and push in. Her walls tighten at the invasion, then she moans loudly and tips her head back.

Her hand twists into Bry’s hair, and he pants around her nipple, grinding his hips into the mattress as she clings to him. Sinking into her, I fight to not let my eyes close at the sensation of the wet heat wrapped around me.

Finally, we fit flush, and I hold her hips as I grind into her, hoping I can somehow fill her even more. I know it’s never going to be enough, and I’ve come to fucking realise that I’m always going to crave more of Rosy.

She whimpers softly, and her hips writhe to get me to move. My chest tightens at how much she wants me.

“Bry, stop.”

Rosy’s brows pinch in confusion, and she shakes her head. But Bry does what I tell him, and I hear the suction pop as he lets go and sits up.

Moving my hips back, I pause, then thrust part of the way in. She widens her legs, eager to welcome me. To reward her hungry pussy, I hammer in a few deep, quick thrusts and watch as her head tips back. Her stomach tenses, more needy noises filling the room.

“What are you comfortable with?” I ask Bry.

As my thrusts slow, her lips purse in frustration.

My greedy girl.

The tips of his ears are already pink, and the colour spreads across his neck. “Whatever Rosy needs.”

“Strip, then lie on your back at the edge of the bed, legs hanging off,” I growl, struggling to not pound her hard and lose myself in her.