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I go to my hands and knees in the center of the bed. Dakota in front of me, mirroring my position, her ass tilted up so I can reach her. Cruz kneels in front of her face, already rock-hard, watching her with that easy reverence he saves for her. Eli kneels behind me, his hand sliding up the small of my back like he’s checking I’m real.

Brady moves to the foot of the bed. Sits on the edge. From there he can see everything. Eli behind me. Me inside Dakota. Dakota’s mouth on Cruz.

The visual hits him before anyone moves. I watch his hand go to his thigh and stay there, trembling.

“Lube’s by the lamp.” Eli’s voice, low.

Dakota reaches, hands it back. The click of the cap follows. The cool of the lube. Eli’s finger circles me, careful, then presses in slow.

I let out a long breath.

“Talk to me, Dante,” Eli urges.

“Feels good. You can move.”

He does. One finger, careful, learning the rhythm. I rock back against his hand and his breath catches.

“More,” I breathe.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. I can take it.”

Two fingers. The stretch is good. I close my eyes briefly and just feel him learning me. He doesn’t rush. Of course he doesn’t.

“You’re being careful.” I look back at him over my shoulder. “You don’t have to be that cautious, you won’t hurt me.”

His green eyes find mine. Something shifts in them.

“Tell me what you want.”

“Three fingers. And stop treating me like something fragile, Daddy.”

His jaw tightens. The next time his fingers push in, it’s with intent. I groan, drop my forehead against the sheets.

“Christ.”

“That what you wanted?” he asks.

His voice has changed. Lower. The edge of it back.

“Yeah.”

I rock back onto his hand, deliberately, showing him how I like it. He huffs out a breath that’s half-laugh, half-hunger.

To my left, Cruz is stroking himself slow, eyes locked on what Eli’s doing. Brady’s hand is pressed against the front of his jeans, not moving yet. Just pressed. Like he’s holding himself in.

“Eli do you feel how my body has accepted you, how you slide easily in and out?.” I’m breathing harder now. “That’s how you’ll know I’m ready.”

”Got it.” He replies. I hear him slick himself. Feel him line up. His hand on my hip is warm, broad, the hand that wraps fighters and corrects forms and now this.

I reach forward, line up my cock with Dakota’s pretty wet cunt. Her hand drops to mine and squeezes once. Cruz shifts closer to her mouth, his cock heavy in his hand, glossing her lower lip with his precum.

“On three.” Dakota’s voice, steady. “One. Two?—”

“Three.” Eli pushes in.

I push into Dakota.