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Dakota crawls up to the side of us. She watches, mouth open. Dante settles behind her, pulls her back against his chest.

“Sit on me, sweetheart,” Dante murmurs against her ear. “I’m not making it through this without being inside you.”

She nods, dazed, and shifts up onto her knees. He guides his cock into her from behind, and her gasp shudders out of her like she’s been struck. She braces her hands on the rug beside my head and stares down at me and Eli, and Dante starts to fuck into her, slow, with his arms wrapped tight around her ribs.

“Cruz.” She’s broken. Her hair hangs around my face in a curtain. “Cruz, look at him. Look at Daddy.”

I look. Eli’s head is thrown back. The tendons in his throat strain. His hand is working us both, his hips snapping in tight grinds, his thighs flexing where they grip my sides. His cock against mine is hot and silk-slick and the friction is going to kill me.

“Daddy,” I rasp. “Fuck, you’re gorgeous. Look at you. Look at you taking what you want.”

His eyes snap open and lock on mine.

“Cruz,” he chokes. Cruz, I’m?—”

“Yeah you are. Come on me. All over me. Mark me, Daddy. Let me see it.”

He breaks.

His whole body locks and he gasps, and then he’s coming, hot stripes of it across my stomach and the head of my cock, his hand still working us through it. The sight of Coach,myCoach, undone, painting me with himself drags me over the edge a half-second behind him. I come so hard I see stars, my hips bucking up into his grip, my cum mixing with his on my belly.

He collapses forward. His forehead lands on my collarbone. He’s shaking.

I get one hand in his hair and hold him there.

Dakota is unraveling. I twist my head to watch.

Dante’s got one arm banded across her chest, the other hand splayed low on her belly, and he’s fucking the life out of hernow, nothing gentle about it and she looks utterly wrecked. Her mouth is open, soundless. Her hair clings to her sweat-damp neck.

“Baby.” Dante’s voice is in pieces. “Look at them. Look what they did. Look how pretty Daddy made Cruz.”

She sobs.

“Baby, Look at the pretty mess all over Cruz’s belly. Don’t you want to lick him clean before I let you come on my cock? Be our good little cum slut tonight?”

The image those words elicit has me shifting closer to them so she can bring it to life. My dick throbs at the sight of her struggling to obey. The first swipe of her tongue over my abs has her moaning and Dante’s grip tightens on her hips as he slams into her harder and deeper making it almost impossible for her to get a full lick of the cum painting my skin.

“No coming until you clean up every last drop.” His hips drive into her again, and he shifts his hands to band over the front of each of her thighs leaving her limited options to reach her goal.

“Cruz.” Dante almost grunts, “I didn’t say it was only the one ejaculation she would need to clean up. Feel free to add to it. She doesn’t cum until the goal is met.”

Dakota whimpers out a desperate groan, waking my dick right up. I take my growing length in one hand and Eli’s in the other, stroking us furiously to add a second mess to my abs for her to clean up like a good girl.

“Sorry sweetheart, you’re gonna be licking for a little while still. I have to admit I’m loving this game.”

Dante eased up a little, grinding into her deeply as I worked my cock and Eli, his until just before we came again. This time making a slightly bigger mess than the first time. Watching her struggle was fucking devine, even more so when I told Eli to upthe ante by rubbing her clit without mercy to see just how hard she would fight to obey.

When she finally comes apart it was on a sob with a high, broken sound, her body wracking against Dante’s chest. He grunts, grinding so deep inside her that when his jaw clenches I could swear I hear something pop. He continues his punishing pace through her orgasm, then empties into her, his grip on her thighs unforgiving through every last pulse.

For a long beat, the four of us just breathe.

Then Dante kisses the side of her neck, carefully easing out of her. She whimpers, whether from loss or relief there is no way to be sure, maybe both. He guides her, soft as anything, down onto her hands and knees beside me and Eli.

“Stay just like that, baby.”

She nods, face turned to the rug, ass in the air, his cum already starting to slip down her inner thigh.

Dante meets Eli’s gaze over the top of her back.