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“I’m naughty for you alone, my lords,” she moans, shifting her gaze between all three of us.

“Oh, I like the sound of that.” Wayne spanks her ass.

She winces.

Wayne and Sinth switch places, and now she’s sucking on Wayne’s dick—choking on it. I pull out, and Singh takes my place behind her.

“Oh, Charlize,” he groans once inside her. “You’re so tight. So warm.”

Her face is flushed, and she bites her bottom lip, glancing back at him. “Do you like it?”

“I love it.”

She shifts gaze to me, and neither of us look away. I hold her gaze, savoring the pleasured expression on her face.

Beautiful.

She takes my cock and begins to stroke it while I tuck her hair behind her ears.

Soon, Wayne and Sinth switch places. When it’s his turn, Wayne slams into her a little bit faster than Sinth.

“Tell me if I’m going too fast, and I’ll slow down,” he says to her.

“Harder,” she says. “I’m not fragile; I can take it.”

He quickens his pace, locking his elbow between her arms. Her face is twisted in sheer pleasure, and her cries are like music to my ears.

She straightens while he fucks her from behind and Sinth fills the space in front of her. She kisses him deeply, moaning in his mouth as he fingers her swollen clit.

I want to be in his place, so I push his shoulder lightly.

He steps aside, and I take over her front side, filling my mouth with her breasts. They’re heavy, full, and soft.

“I like how you suck my nipples,” she whispers, her eyes boring into mine.

I like how she says it.

I claim her lips, kissing her so deeply it steals our breaths away.

Sinth’s dick bobs on its own as he stands to the side watching us. Charlize takes both our cocks in her hands. She works us so well our legs start to tremble.

Wayne’s primal growl lets us know he’s cumming, grip tightening on her hips. His thrusts turn deeper, more desperate, chasing something he can’t outrun anymore.

Charlize comes apart around him with a cry that I catch with my mouth, swallowing the sound like I want to keep it for myself.

Sinth’s deep growls follow moments later with her name on his lips, low and wrecked and reverent. “Charlize, oh, Charlize.”

My hips buck, muscles stiffening as I explode right after Sinth’s release. Wayne pulls out of her, all of us breathing heavily.

We’ve crossed a line.

There’s no marking bite yet. No claim staked deep enough to bind us the way fate apparently intended. But there’s this—the three of us close around her, hands still tracing idle patterns over her skin. None of us is in any hurry to let go.

Slowly, she pulls away from us without a word, picks up her dress and slips back into it. Charlize turns cold as ice for no absolute reason. She curls herself up on the carriage cushion and doesn’t look in our direction.

“Take me home,” she says quietly.

The two men and I exchange confused glances, none of us understanding the sudden mood swing.