Page 7 of Undying Resilience

“So eager for our cocks,” I say, petting her hair. “Such a good whore.”

I let her have control for a minute, my head falling back as she moves up and down on my dick. But then Elliot starts pounding into her even harder, forcing her forward enough that she chokes on my cock.

“You can take it,” I say, grabbing onto her hair and thrusting forward in time with Elliot. “Goddamn, princess. You feel so good.”

Wren hangs on for as long as she can before weakly slapping her hand against my thigh. I pull out, smiling down at her. She coughs, drool falling from her mouth before she takes a deep breath. Then she opens her mouth, sticking her tongue out for me.

“Ready and waiting,” Rhett murmurs, his hand wrapping around my throat from behind. “Such a good girl.”

I love that he can’t stop touching me, I think as I slide back into Wren’s mouth.

We aren’t gentle with her. That’s not what she wants. And Wren takes every thrust beautifully.

When she taps my thigh again, I pull out for longer and watch her. Her eyes are glazed over from the heady sensations, her muscles straining from the tension building in her body.

“Elliot,” she moans.

“Come for us, love. Let yourself go.”

I capture her chin in between my fingers. “Up here, princess. Look at me while you fall apart.”

“Oli... Oliver—oh my god,” she cries, her eyes closing as Elliot’s ministrations pull her under.

“Look at me.”

With a gasp, she returns my gaze. Her eyes are wild with pleasure, but she manages to keep them open per my command.

“Such a good girl.” I smile down at her, stroking her face.

Elliot groans, grabbing onto Wren’s hips. “Fuck.” His grip on her tightens as he finishes.

I’ve always loved watching Elliot come. His entire body goes rigid, and he loses control of his calm, put-together facial expressions. And then he usually collapses, exhausted and sated.

As Elliot falls forward, he does his best not to crush Wren with his weight. He covers her shoulders and back in tiny, worshipful kisses while he recovers. “I swear, love, sometimes it feels like you were made just for the three of us.”

Her response is a lazy smile directed toward me. When Elliot pulls out of her, she starts to move, but he holds her still.

“You’re not going anywhere yet. That cum stays inside of you until we say so.”

Wren settles back into position, leaning down so her ass is in the air and she’s propped up on her elbows again. I kiss the top of her head before walking around her and settling in between her legs. Elliot and Rhett’s cum is already leaking out of her, and I push it back in with my fingers.

“Give me more, Oliver,” she pleads, and I can’t help but laugh.

I line myself up with her entrance. Then, gently, I ease into her, my eyes closing at the feeling of her wrapped around my dick. “Fuck, princess. You feel like heaven.”

What Elliot said is true. It feels like Wren was created to be the final person in our group. But it’s more than that, really. All four of us fit together so eerily well despite all of our differences. So it’s not just that Wren was made for us. It’s that we were all made for each other.

I can’t imagine wanting anyone other than them.

Rhett gets down to Wren’s level, grabbing her face and fitting his mouth to hers in an all-consuming kiss. I move in and out of her slowly, letting myself enjoy the feeling.

Is there anything better than this?

Wren clenches around me with a groan.

Shit. Definitely not.

“Fuck yourself on my dick, princess. Give me all you’ve got.”