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Bryce’s furious breaths spur me into action. He’s reaching the edge, too close, and it’s time to stop him.

As much as I’m loving the show, my spectator time has come to an end. It’s time for me to stretch Alice open wide, holes gaping and welcoming enough to take us.

But it’s not just the thrill of the filth I’m chasing. Not just the craving of her slicked-up ass, straining around me that’s fuelling my lust. It’s Bryce, too.

I wasn’t lying earlier when I told him I’d get the prize of seeing his pretty boy eyes as his stare fixed on hers while she takes it. Besotted.

She’ll be besotted as she stares at him with my dick pumping her ass and his deep in her pussy.

In love.

It’ll be a prize worth far more than a cheeky casino payout, or a lucky roulette spin.

A prize I’ve never yet known.

CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT

ALICE

Bryce kisses me with every ounce of fire in his beautiful soul. His cock deep, hips pushing himself further with every thrust. It’s bliss. Everything I ever dreamt of.

The years fall away so violently I almost forget to breathe. The regret and mistakes I’ve lived with still burn like sacred embers, all of them, stacked between us like old canvases turned to the wall. The missed chances. The day I let him walk away because I thought loving him would ruin everything. Yet suddenly every sensible reason I ever had feels paper-thin.

His hand cups my face like I’m something precious and breakable, even in the throes of passion, which is ridiculous, because I’m the one who broke us. I feel it in the way he kisses me. The hurt. The want.

The need.

I pushed him away and shattered our chance at forever when I was bound by the fear of ruin, but here’s the chance for redemption. And God, I take it.

My body begs for everything. Small whimpers of genuine joy, moaned into his mouth with every thrust of his dick. Because this is Bryce. My Bryce. The boy who saw me before I knew how to be seen.

And as I take him this time, my soul free enough to shine, I know with pure, hard clarity that I never stopped loving him. I only learned how to hide it.

Bryce speeds up, frantic, and I’m ready for it. My pussy clamps around him, desperate to feel him explode.

I have a smile on my face as my tongue dances with his, and it’s him moaning now. His hips are rampant. My legs wrap around him, urging. Pulling. Calling for the climax.

Jack’s presence appears like lightning, slapping Bryce’s ass as he’s about to lose himself in the throes.

His playboy laugh is a break in the storm, snapping me back to my senses.

“Steady there, BT, the party’s only just started.”

I pant against Bryce’s mouth as he slows down. I’m smiling at the ceiling as he lowers his kisses to my tingling nipples, lapping at them each in turn.

Ok, I’m back in the present. In Jack’s bedroom with two men who have the power to burn me alive and bask in the flames.

Being fucked by two guys at once has been a fantasy I’ve always hoarded, stashed away in the realms of one day. I just never thought it would come to life with such a stunning master of fuckery. Jack’s joker energy a beautiful contrast to the feverous rationale of Bryce’s.

I’m going to be one hell of a lucky girl, even if it hurts like sin.

“My turn,” Jack says, but it’s not me he’s talking to.

It’s Bryce.

He slips his fingers under his chin, and raises his face from my tits until they are eye to eye, Bryce’s dick still inside me.

Jack’s tongue sweeps across Bryce’s lips, teasing. When Bryce answers his call, it’s with the same passion he shared with me, and it’s empowering to watch.