Justin fisted a hand in my hair, yanking me deeper onto his dick, glazed eyes flashing. It made me cry harder, because that, combined with what Derek was doing to me, was making my hips want to grind into Derek’s hand, and god. It’s the worst part of all of this, knowing that Derek could be right. Maybe this is what I am. A fucking slut.Justin’s head fell back, eyes falling closed, and I’m grateful for the reprieve when the sharp, building ache between my legs reached a full crescendo, clenching as Derek moved with the movement of my hips. The reprieve didn’t last long. Justin thickened and pulsed in my mouth, his thick, salty release surged against my tongue. He cupped the back of my head and pressed me close, holding me there as he emptied himself between my lips. Behind me, Derek grunted, yanking me against his chest, and I’m caught in the middle of them, being pulled two different ways. I heard more than seeing Noah finish, his rough, breathless groan startling me. Justin p
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