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“Fucking incredible.” It rips out of him. “You’re so fucking tight.”

“That’s right, Coach.” Cruz is gentle and filthy in the same breath. “Tell him. Tell him how good he takes you.”

“He takes me so good.” Eli’s thrust drives me forward into Dakota, drives Dakota onto Cruz, and the whole chain shudders. “So fucking good for me.”

“For who?” Cruz pushes. “Say it.”

Eli’s hands tighten on my hips. “For Daddy. He’s so good for Daddy.”

I lose the ability to form words. Something inside me cracks open.

“Look at that.” Cruz’s voice sounds ruined. “Daddy’s got him. Daddy’s taking him apart.”

“Cruz.” Eli’s voice is half-warning, half-plea.

“What, Coach? You don’t like hearing me call you Daddy?” Cruz strokes himself slow, his hips rocking forward into Dakota’s mouth. “You like it. I can see your face. You love it.”

“I love it.” Eli’s voice breaks on it. “Fuck. I love it.”

Dakota whimpers around Cruz’s cock, her whole body trembling between us. I reach under her, find her clit, and the sound she makes vibrates through Cruz so hard he barks out a curse.

“Jesus.” Cruz’s free hand cups her jaw, thumb at the corner of her mouth. “You gonna come on Dante’s cock, sweetheart? Want me to come down your throat while you do it?”

She nods around him, frantic, and I work her harder, my fingers slick, her thighs starting to shake.

“That’s my girl.” Cruz looks up at me. “Make her come, Dante. Then Daddy can fuck the cum out of you.”

The promise runs through me like a live wire. I drive into Dakota harder, her clit under my fingers, Eli driving into me from behind, and the rhythm of it is transcendent. Cruz’s hand cradles Dakota’s head as she takes him deeper.

“Daddy.” I’m begging now. I don’t care. “Daddy, please, don’t stop.”

“Never.” His hand slides up, grips the back of my neck, holds me down. “I’ve got you, Dante. Come on. Make her come.”

I curl my fingers and Dakota shatters around me. Her cry is muffled around Cruz, and I feel her clamp down so hard my vision flashes white.

“Fuck.” Cruz’s hips jerk forward. “That’s it!”

He comes down her throat, his head dropping back, his hand gentle on her jaw the whole time. She swallows, swallows again, her body still trembling on my cock.

“Good girl.” Cruz’s voice is barely holding together. “So good. So fucking good.”

He eases out of her mouth, brushes her hair back, looks at me and Eli is still chasing it.

Cruz smirks. “Your turn, Coach. Finish him.”

Eli’s grip on the back of my neck tightens. “Come for me, Dante.”

It’s not a question.

I come hard enough to white out inside Dakota’s tight cunt, the wordDaddyspilling out of me repeatedly. He fucks me through it, his rhythm breaking, then his groan against my shoulder as he follows me over, his whole body shuddering against mine.

For a long moment, nothing in the room moves, only our heaving chests as we catch our breath.

Then, from the foot of the bed, Brady’s voice. Small. Raw.

“Oh my god.” Brady makes a strangled sound. I lift my head enough to see he’s coming. His cock is out and in his hand. Eyes squeezed shut. His mouth is open in a silent shape that might be a word, might be a prayer.

He came just from watching us fall apart.