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“That’s it. Take what you need,” Eros encourages from the side. I lift my head just enough to see them all watching. They’re letting me do all the work. There will be plenty of time for sharing later—a lifetime of sharing—but right now it’s about the two of us. And our coach. I suppose I don’t mind. Not when Annabelle mews when he says it.
I thrust my arms under her buttocks and pull her core tight against my face, taking her hard—fingers, tongue, nose. She responds perfectly. And when she tightens around my fingers, the little fluttering, I know she’s close. I double down, faster, harder, until she’s thrashing about the bed. Eros has one arm, Holter the other. They’re holding her down, letting the restraint take her even higher. And I’m not stopping my assault.
“Castor,” Annabelle screams at the top of her lungs before her spine settles back onto the bed. “Need you,” she whispers.
“What, Belle? He can’t hear you. His face is in your pussy. Louder, my love.”
“Need you,” she says a bit louder.
“Not good enough, Little Krill. You need to beg for a prince,” Nico growls.
I’m smiling, licking at her, feeling the spasms of her groin against my face.
“Please, Castor, take me now. I need you now. Always,” she says.
“Louder,” Holter demands.
“Now, Castor, I need you now,” Annabelle growls.
“Oh, I like when you get bossy, Sunshine. I bet the golden prince does too.”
I can’t take it any longer. I crawl up her body, kissing every inch of skin as I do. Her perfect breasts. I suck one nipple into my mouth and pinch the other between my thumb and forefinger. Annabelle arches up.
“Oh, she likes a little pain, doesn’t she? It’s so good. Do it again.” Eros’s voice takes on a gravelly edge.
And I do it again.
Annabelle lifts her head from the mattress, her blue eyes holding mine. “Enough torture, Castor. Give me what I want and do it now.”
I laugh. “So needy. Is she always like this?”
“Yes. Isn’t it wonderful?” Nico answers.
“Indeed.” And in a smooth motion, I move from the plank position above her to straddling her, my cock at her entrance. She arches again. “So impatient, though. Perhaps I should make her wait longer?—”
“No,” she cries out, and I sink into her.
“Thank Poseidon.”
“It’s my cock, not his.”
“You know . . .” She shuts her eyes tightly.
I push the rest of the way into her, cutting off her ability to finish her sentence. “You feel so good, Annabelle.” I rock forward.
“Move. Don’t stop. Don’t stop.” Her eyes fly open, and we hold on to each other through the thrust. “I love you.” Tears form in the corners of her eyes. And my heart twists.
“I love you more than anything or anyone, ever.”
Tears roll down the sides of her cheeks, but she doesn’t stop meeting my thrusts or look away. “So good.”
I expect Nico to question the tears. He only swipes them away with the pad of his thumb.
I run my fingers over her chest and grab her from behind her neck before I lower myself down onto her.
She lifts her shoulders to meet me. Our lips crash together. Her tongue swipes into my mouth, tasting herself. She groans. And it sets me on fire. I can’t control my hips. They take off with a fury of their own. I have to let her head go.
Rising up onto one arm, I have to go deeper, faster. I want to feel her all over me. I want to always be in here. Her little noises change to deep little cries. She’s so vocal—it makes me want her so much more. I feel the void of never-ending loneliness vanishing from my soul. I’m filled up with her apple blossoms, quick wit, and love. So much love. She’s able to be herself, and yet that one person is the right thing for each of us. She’s close. So close.
