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She whimpers above us, a soft sound that goes straight to my cock, and I can see her resolve starting to crumble. Her thighs are pressed together, but I can smell her arousal—sweet and musky and intoxicating. It’s driving me wild.

“I’m… I’m thinking about forgiving you,” she says, and there’s a breathless quality to her voice now that tells me she’s already halfway there. “But you’ll have to try harder to convince me.”

I growl in response, nipping at her thigh. “We’ll spend the rest of our lives convincing you if we have to.”

Working in perfect synchronization with my best friends—the way we’ve learned to move together through years of growing our business—we begin to strip her out of the soft dress she changed into after dinner. Our hands move in sync, sliding the fabric up and over her head until she’s standing before us in just her panties.

She truly is a fucking goddess. All soft curves and creamy skin that begs to be touched, her nipples already peaked with arousal, her full chest rising and falling rapidly. The sight of her like this, flushed and breathless and ours, makes my hands shake.

“These go too,” Gabriel says roughly, hooking his fingers in the waistband of her panties.

He starts to slide the delicate fabric down her legs, and I help him, our fingers trailing along her skin as we go. She steps out of them gracefully, and finally, she’s bare before us. The sight freezes the breath in my lungs and makes my chest tight with something that goes far beyond desire.

“Spread your legs for us,” I command, my hands skimming up her thighs, feeling the slight tremor in her muscles. “Let us worship you properly.”

She does, her legs parting slowly, and the sight of her glistening pussy makes my mouth water. She’s already wet, her arousal obvious, and I lean forward to lap at her clit as Gabriel and Ford continue their exploration of her body.

The first taste of her is like a drug I’ve been craving, and I groan against her core, making her gasp and arch toward me.

“Oh god,” she gasps as I devour her. “Hayden, that feels so good.”

I lose myself in her taste, in the way she responds to every flick of my tongue. She’s so sweet, so responsive. I could spend hours between her thighs and never get enough.

“I need to taste her too,” Ford says roughly after a moment.

“She tastes like heaven,” I tell him, not lifting my mouth from her clit. “So fucking sweet. And she’s getting wetter by the second.”

I feel Ford move behind her, his large hands gripping her ass possessively. Then Maeve jolts, a sharp intake of breath telling me exactly what Ford’s doing back there.

“Oh fuck,” she breathes, her hips rocking slightly, caught between my mouth and whatever Ford is doing behind her. “Ford, what—is that⁠—”

“Your ass, Spitfire,” he murmurs against her skin. “Never had anyone taste you here before, have you?”

I can tell how much wetter she gets at his words, her arousal flooding my tongue as Ford begins to rim her back hole with teasing strokes. The intimacy of it, the trust she clearly has in us, makes my chest swell with emotion.

“She likes that,” I observe, pulling back just enough to speak clearly while keeping my lips close to her pussy. “I can taste how much she likes it. Your pussy’s getting so wet for us, baby. Dripping all over my tongue.”

“Is Hayden right?” Ford murmurs. “Are you enjoying this, or do you want me to stop?”

“No,” she says quickly, her voice breaking on the word. “Please don’t stop. It feels amazing.”

Gabriel chuckles darkly. “Our dirty girl likes having all her holes worshipped, doesn’t she?”

To prove his point, he slides two fingers into her pussy while I focus on her clit, his mouth finding her hip bone and biting there, scraping his teeth over her skin. She cries out at the sensation, her body trembling between us like a leaf in a storm.

“Such a good girl,” Gabriel breathes as he starts to finger fuck her slowly. “Taking everything we give you. So perfect for us.”

“So fucking beautiful,” Ford adds, still circling her tight back hole with his tongue. “Perfect in every way. Made for us.”

“Ours,” I growl against her clit, sucking the sensitive bud into my mouth and making her cry out. “All fucking ours.”

We work her over like that, all three of us touching and tasting and worshipping every inch of her body. The room fills with the sounds of it—low gasps, soft moans, murmured praise and dirty promises as we push her higher and higher.

Gabriel adds a third finger, stretching her even more as he fucks her with deep, slow strokes that have her gasping. Ford’s tongue becomes more insistent against her ass, and I can feel her shivers increase as the sensations build inside her.

“I’m so close,” she whimpers, her legs moving restlessly. “Please, I need⁠—”

“What do you need, baby?” I ask, pulling back to look up at her. Her face is flushed, her lips parted as she pants, and she’s never looked more beautiful. “Tell us what you need.”