Page 267 of End Game

“Fuck.”

Dex makes a sound so wrecked I almost come from that alone.

Micah controls the pace.

Every time he drives forward, Dex gets pushed deeper into me, and after a few strokes there is no part of my brain capable of pretending this isn't obscenely hot.

Dex's forehead drops to my shoulder. “Fuck me.”

Micah's hand tightens on his hip. “I am.”

Dex laughs once.

It comes out halfway to a moan.

“Smartass,” he manages to rasp.

“You like it.”

“Yes, Sir.”

My pussy clenches again.

Dex gasps. “Fuck, Dollface.”

“Can't help it.”

“Bullshit.”

Micah's voice is low. “Cami.”

I look past Dex. “Yes?”

“You want him to fuck you harder?”

Fuck.

“Yes.”

“Dex?”

“So fucking green.”

Micah's expression changes.

Approval.

Then he grips Dex more firmly and increases the pace.

Dex swears—loudly.

I laugh until his next thrust knocks the sound out of me.

“That's better,” I gasp.

“You're both fucking evil,” Dex groans.

Micah leans closer to Dex's ear. “You want me to stop?”