“Kiss me,” Caleb tells her, his voice husky with desire.
As she leans forward to press her lips against his, I position myself behind her and carefully remove the jeweled plug.
She gasps into Caleb’s mouth, then turns to look over her shoulder at me, her eyes now dark with lust.
“Do you still want this, piccola?” I ask, my hand caressing the curve of her ass. “If you don’t like it, just say stop.”
“I want it,” she breathes. “I want you both—together.”
I hold her waist, steadying her as I slowly edge myself inside her forbidden hole.
She tenses at first. I pull back, giving her time to stop me. When she doesn’t, I gradually press inside her again. This time, she relaxes as I push deeper.
And deeper.
“Fuck. Her pussy is clamping around my cock, and I feel like I’m going to come,” Caleb groans.
“Hold on. We'll all come together.”
“Oh God,” she moans as I push another inch inside her. “I feel so full.”
Once I’m fully seated inside her, I pause, giving her time to adjust to the sensation of both of us filling her.
Caleb remains still beneath her, his hands now stroking her thighs soothingly.
“Please,” she begs, her voice trembling. “Move. Both of you.”
We begin a rhythm—Caleb thrusting up as I pull back, then me pushing forward as he withdraws.
Amara’s moans fill the room, her body quivering between us.
“You both feel so good,” she gasps. “So, so good.”
Caleb and I exchange smiles over her shoulder. This beautiful woman has brought us together in ways I never imagined possible. We were friends, best friends, and now we’re sharing this beautiful woman. The connection between us has deepened, transformed into something rare and powerful through our shared desire for Amara.
“Such a good fucking girl for us,” I murmur against her ear, nipping at the lobe. I feel her shiver against me, her back arching into my chest.
“Our perfect girl,” Caleb adds, his hands moving to cup her breasts. His thumbs circle her nipples as his eyes lock with mine, both of us in awe of the desire written across her flushed face. “Look how beautifully she takes us both.”
I grip Amara’s hips tighter, feeling her body tremble between us. The sight of her—flushed and writhing with pleasure—sends a surge of possessiveness through me.
My Amara. Our Amara.
“You’re taking us so well, piccola.” My teeth graze her shoulder as I thrust deeper, feeling Caleb’s movements through the thin barrier inside her.
Her back arches, pressing her spine against my chest. I slide one hand up to cup her breast, my thumb circling her hardened nipple. Caleb’s hand mirrors mine on her other breast, our fingers occasionally brushing against each other.
“Dom,” she gasps, turning her head to seek my lips. I capture her mouth in a hungry kiss, swallowing her moans as our tongues dance together.
When I release her lips, Caleb pulls her down for his own kiss. I don’t feel the jealousy I expected—instead, watching them ignites something primal in me.
I run my hands through her hair, gathering it in my fist and gently pulling her head back to expose the column of her throat.
“Look at you,” I murmur, my lips trailing down her neck. “Taking both of your men so beautifully.”
My free hand slides around to her front, fingers finding the sensitive bundle of nerves between her legs. She jerks at the contact, and a strangled cry escapes her lips.
“That’s it,” I encourage, circling my fingers in time with our thrusts. “Let us hear you.”
