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“Which is?” I inquire, swallowing hard against the knot forming in my throat.

“Us wanting to help you isn’t because we think you’re weak or incapable,” Antonio explains, his voice low and firm. “You’re important to us, Harper. And we won’t tolerate you thinking you’re a burden when we all want you so much.”

My chest tightens at his words, a mixture of relief and vulnerability washing over me. It’s true; their support has been unwavering since the moment they walked into my life, but accepting it hasn’t come easily. My independence has always been a source of pride, but now, with them, I find myself questioning everything I once knew.

“Antonio, I appreciate everything you all have done for me,” I say softly, my gaze flicking over to where Benedict stands near the door, his arms crossed over his broad chest. “I just don’t want to take advantage of you.”

“Harper.” Benedict’s deep voice cuts through the air, drawing my attention back to him. “You’re not taking advantage. We want to be there for you. Can’t you see that?”

I nod hesitantly, unable to deny the sincerity in their eyes. They’ve shown me time and again that they care, and I can’t help but feel a sense of belonging when I’m with them. “I’m sorry,” I murmur, my voice barely audible. “It’s just hard to let go of the idea that I need to do everything on my own.”

“Trust us, Harper,” Antonio says, stepping closer and cupping my face in his warm hands. “We’re here for you, and we’re not going anywhere.”

Benedict’s lips find mine, his kiss slow and deliberate. The warmth of his body presses against me, and I lean into him, my heart pounding in my chest. His hands slide down my arms, coming to rest on my hips.

“Harper,” he breathes against my lips, “we want you so much. Let us show you how much you mean to us.”

I can’t help but shiver at his words, and the desire that burns in his eyes. Antonio steps closer, his presence strong and commanding. He places a hand on my shoulder, turning me gently toward him. He captures my mouth with his own, his tongue eagerly exploring as our bodies press together.

Benedict moves behind me, his hands sliding around my waist, pulling me back against him. His teeth graze the sensitive skin of my neck, sucking gently, leaving a trail of tingles in their wake. My body shudders in response, and I tilt my head back, giving him more access.

“Does this feel good, Harper?” Antonio asks, his voice husky and low. I nod, unable to form words, my mind clouded by the sensations they’re stirring within me.

Antonio’s hand slips into my jeans, between my legs, his fingers deftly finding the most sensitive part of me. He begins to stroke slowly, deliberately, fanning the flames of desire that burn in my core. Benedict continues to lavish attention on my neck, his warm breath sending shivers down my spine.

My body trembles on the brink of release, the pleasure building and threatening to consume me. I cling to Antonio, my nails digging into his shoulders, my breath coming in short gasps. And then, finally, it happens—an explosion of ecstasy that washes over me, leaving me breathless and weak-kneed.

“Antonio…Benedict…” I whisper their names like a prayer. They hold me up, supporting me as the aftershocks of my climax leave me trembling.

“Come here, Harper,” Antonio orders gently, guiding me toward him. My heart races as I drop to my knees in front of him, feeling both vulnerable and incredibly turned on.

“Open your mouth,” he urges, his voice thick with desire.

I wrap my lips around the head of Antonio’s cock, swirling my tongue over the sensitive tip before taking him deeper into my mouth. His low groan sends a shiver through me, and I’m driven to please him even more.

“God, Harper,” Antonio breathes, tangling his fingers in my hair as I suck him off. “You’re so good at this.”

Kneeling behind me, Benedict presses against my back, the heat of his body reigniting the fire within me. He pulls my jeans and panties down my thighs, baring my ass to him, then guides himself inside of me, filling me completely as he starts to thrust slowly. I moan around Antonio’s member, causing vibrations that elicit a growl from him.

“Fuck, that feels amazing,” Benedict pants in my ear. My mind is a whirlpool of sensation—Antonio’s taste on my tongue, Benedict’s length buried deep inside me, their hands roaming over my body, claiming every inch of me.

“Harper, there’s something else I want to try,” Antonio says, his voice strained. I nod my agreement, trusting him implicitly. He reaches down, slipping a finger into my butthole, pulling out of my mouth slightly to let me get used to it.

“Next time, I’ll stretch this for you,” he promises, the wicked glint in his eyes making me shudder with anticipation. The thought of what they have in store for me stokes the embers of my desire, pushing me closer to the edge once again.

“Please, don’t stop,” I beg, unable to form coherent thoughts amidst the onslaught of pleasure. Antonio smiles, a dark promise in his eyes as he plunges his finger deeper. Benedict’s thrusts become more insistent, driving me closer and closer to the precipice.

“Remember, Harper,” Antonio murmurs, his voice heavy with lust, “we’re just getting started.”

The heat intensifies within me, a crescendo of ecstasy building as Antonio’s finger presses deeper and Benedict’s thrusts grow more fervent. My body trembles on the verge of release, teetering on the edge of the most intense climax I’ve ever experienced.

“Please…I’m so close,” I whimper, my voice barely audible amidst the sounds of our heavy breathing and the slick rhythm of our bodies colliding.

My heart races, pounding in my chest as the three of us move together in perfect harmony. Each stroke of Antonio inside my mouth and Benedict’s thrusts behind me send shivers down my spine. Their moans and grunts fill the room, drowning out any other sounds.

“Fuck, Harper,” Antonio breathes, his grip on my hair tightening. “You’re incredible.”

I can feel Benedict’s fingers digging into my hips, his movements becoming more erratic while Antonio continues to finger my ass. The tension in the air is electric, charged with our shared desire.

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