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WARNING!!!
A little more than [MATURE CONTENT] in this Chapter!!!
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Dave stepped closer, his intense gaze never leaving Hera. Her legs trembled beneath her, her breath coming in ragged gasps.
A thin sheen of sweat glistened on her forehead, and damp strands of hair clung to the side of her flushed face.
The leg he still held in his grasp quivered slightly, her body still reeling from the pleasure she had just experienced.
Without hesitation, Dave lifted her leg onto his bare shoulder, his grip firm yet reverent. The re contact of her warm skin against his sent a rush of excitent through him, his desire surging to its peak.
Unable to resist, he turned his head, pressing a slow, lingering kiss to her ankle, his lips brushing against her delicate skin. All the while, his eyes never wavered from hers, dark and unreadable, filled with a hunger that made Hera’s heart pound against her ribs.
She had never seen Dave like this before. She was used to his playful troublemaking, his sarcasm and mischief—but now, there was sothing different.
Sothing raw.
Sothing serious.
The shift in his deanor sent a shiver down her spine, and she felt an unexpected tug in her chest, a new kind of anticipation coiling in her stomach. She was seeing him in a new light, and it made her pulse race in ways she hadn’t expected.
Dave placed a few more lingering kisses along her ankle while unbuckling his belt. The others, too, slowly shed their clothes, their gazes locked on Hera.
None of them acknowledged each other directly, as if she were the only person in the room, yet an unspoken understanding passed between them—they had already decided the order among themselves.
After unbuckling his belt, Dave positioned himself between Hera’s thighs, while Luke shed his own clothing.
On the side, Rafael and Zhane followed suit, their eyes never leaving Hera—watching every shift in her expression and movent with the keen intensity of predators.
Just as Dave positioned himself, he suddenly felt irritated and snapped at Luke. "Stop staring, will you?!"
Luke smirked, standing straight with an amused glint in his eyes. "What’s the matter? Performance issues? Or are you worried about being judged—size, technique, or both?"
Rafael chuckled as he tossed his shirt to the floor. "Technique? Please. Where would he even learn one? He’s probably just panicking because he doesn’t know where to put it."
Zhane, stretching his arms as if preparing for a warm-up, smirked. "Need a live demonstration?" He was already scheming to shove Dave aside and take the first turn for himself.
"Nice try, assholes," Dave shot back, his voice low and husky. "I’m confident in my size, and even if I don’t have so fancy-ass technique, I can still make sure I perform just fine."
Unlike his usual mischievous and playful tone, this ti, he was dead serious. He ignored his friends’ taunts, fully aware that they were trying to push him aside—yet, at the sa ti, they wanted him to hurry up and get started.
It was a contradiction born from their dynamic. As friends, they had each other’s backs, but as love rivals, they wanted to be the first—the only one—to claim Hera’s ti, love, body, and soul.
Their playful bickering gradually lightened the atmosphere, easing so of the tension and making it feel less heavy with raw desire. It almost felt fun—until Dave pushed his cock inside.
The mont he stretched her open, the fleeting sense of amusent vanished. Hera gasped, her fingers gripping the bedsheet above her head as the pressure overwheld her. "Ah!"
"That’s more like it," Rafael teased, climbing back onto the bed. He grabbed Hera’s wrist, guiding her hand to stroke his hardened shaft. Now that he was fully naked, the glow from the bedside lamps illuminated the intricate tattoo on his right arm and the chiseled lines of his muscular physique.
"That’s right, little minx. Don’t forget about ," he murmured, his voice husky and low, laced with light panting as his dark gaze stayed locked onto hers.
At the sa ti, Hera gasped as Dave slowly pushed deeper, inch by inch, until the tip of his cock pressed against the very entrance of her womb.
"Fuck, sweetheart, you’re so tight—I might cum just from putting it in," Dave groaned, his voice rough with restraint. Bracing himself, he planted both hands on either side of Hera’s hips, struggling to steady his breathing.
It would be humiliating if he lost control now and cum just after he put it in—especially with those assholes beside him ready to tease him rcilessly.
Hera trembled beneath him, a delicious heat swirling low in her abdon. A shaky whimper escaped her lips as pleasure coiled tighter inside her.
As if to truly tease him, Luke delivered a sharp slap to Dave’s ass, jolting him forward. The sudden movent drove him even deeper until his cock was buried to the hilt inside Hera.
A hot rush of pleasure surged through him, and he felt a small spurt of cum escape, making him grit his teeth as a shudder ran through his body. It was almost unbearable—like tiny worms writhing beneath his gums.
"Fuck, Luke!" he groaned, half exasperated, half drunk on desire.
Unlike Dave, who started slow, Rafael wasted no ti, guiding Hera’s hand to stroke him from the very beginning. Then Zhane joined in, tilting her face toward him for a soft, teasing kiss.
He nibbled on her lips before tracing them with his tongue, coaxing his way into her mouth. His right hand road lower, fondling her breast and pinching her nipple, eliciting a shiver from her.
Seeing this, Rafael wasn’t one to be left out. He claid her other breast, his fingers sinking into her soft flesh with possessive intent.
anwhile, Dave finally began to move his hips—slowly, carefully—afraid of hurting her. In a way, he was more cautious than Leo and Xavier, and Hera never would have expected that, out of all six, Dave would be the most gentle when it ca to making love.
Dave watched Hera’s expression intently, listening to her soft moans—each one gradually swallowed by Zhane’s deepening kiss. He adjusted his movents in response to her reactions, carefully attuning himself to every shiver and gasp until he found her sweet spot.
Once he did, he settled into a steady, rhythmic thrust—deep yet controlled—drawing more helpless squirms from her as pleasure coiled within her body.
Hera’s mind was foggy, completely drowned in desire. She could feel Dave improving with every movent—what started as clumsy hesitation quickly transford into confident, deliberate thrusts.
He adapted fast, and after just a few tries, he found her sweet spot, making her body arch beneath him.
anwhile, Zhane refused to leave her mouth unattended, his tongue exploring hers as his fingers teased her sensitive nipple.
His left hand cradled her head, fingers threading through her hair as he kissed her deeply, his thumb brushing over her earlobe—a calculated touch that sent shivers through her body.
The effect was imdiate. Hera’s inner walls clenched tighter around Dave, making it nearly impossible for him to hold back. It took every ounce of restraint not to cum too soon.
What he didn’t realize, however, was that Zhane was doing it on purpose. Having already made love to Hera, he knew exactly where her weak spots were—her nipples, her earlobes—and now, he was using that knowledge to overwhelm Hera in a perfectly orchestrated assault.
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