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Brady’s flush climbs his neck, but his voice comes out steady. “After everything we’ve done? I’ll survive touching your dick, Coach.”

Cruz’s laugh booms off the ceiling.

Then Eli looks down at me spread out on the sheets, and the humor drains out of the room like water through a grate.

“Open your legs for Daddy, princess.”

I do, and the prep begins.

They take turns and they take their time. Dante’s mouth first, licking into me lazy and deep while Cruz warms lube between his palms and works one thick finger into my ass, then two, murmuring praise. Eli holds my face and makes me look at him while it happens, feeding me slow filthy words—that’s it, breathe, let them in—and Brady kneels at my other side kissing my breasts, my throat, the inside of my wrist where my pulse hammers.

I come the first time on Dante’s tongue with Cruz’s fingers buried in me, and they don’t even pause. They just keep going, patient as the tide.

“More,” Eli tells them. “She needs more before she’s ready.”

Dante slides two fingers into my pussy alongside his tongue. Then three. Then Eli adds one of his own beside Dante’s, and the stretch drags a sound out of me somewhere between bliss and utter destruction.

“Color,” Eli demands.

“Green.Green.Please, Daddy, I can take it?—”

“I know you can. That’s not the question. The question is whether you take it comfortably, and we’re not moving until the answer is yes.”

It takes what feels like an hour. Fingers and lube and mouths and murmured check-ins, my body opening by degrees while four men work me like I’m the only thing that has ever mattered. I come a second time around their combined fingers, shaking, and Eli finally nods.

“How do you want to be positioned, sweetheart?” Cruz asks.

“You on your back. Me riding you, so you’ve got my ass. Then—” My brain fuzzes with want. “Eli and Brady in front. Dante, my mouth.”

“And we switch partway.” Dante’s grin flashes white. “Everybody gets the full tour. Fair’s fair.”

Cruz stretches out on the bed, hard and gleaming, and I climb over him backwards, facing away. His hands settle on my hips like they were carved for the job.

“Nice and easy, sweetheart.”

He guides me down onto him and the burn of it steals my breath even after all that prep—he’s big everywhere and my ass takes him inch by patient inch until I’m seated flush against his lap, gasping.

“Talk to me,” he rumbles against my spine.

“So good. God. So good.”

He leans back, taking me with him, my back against his chest, and hooks his arms under my knees to spread me open. Displayed. Offered.

Eli kneels between our sprawled legs and I watch his control fray as he looks at what’s waiting for him.

“Daddy first,” I whisper.

He notches himself against me and pushes in slowly, and even with Cruz already filling me from behind it’s easy, it’shome, my body sighing around him like it knows his shape by heart. He drops his forehead to mine.

“Brady.” His voice scrapes. “Come here.”

This is the part where it could all fall apart, and I feel Brady’s nerves like static as he kneels behind Eli. Feel him hesitate.

I reach for him. “I want you. Both of you. Together.”

Eli shifts higher crouching over me, his cock still buried deep inside me. Brady lines up beneath him, and he presses in, slow, so slow, and…

Oh.