Katrina

Once Beckett can tell I'm fully seated and comfortable on top of Miles, he pulls himself from my dripping wet cunt. My core squeezes with need as I watch his fingers drip with my juices.

"Suck." He demands as he lifts his fingers to my mouth and pushes them in, demanding entrance. "Lick them clean like the good little whore you are."

I suck and lick his fingers, the pungent taste of my desire now on my tongue, as I imagine his fingers are his cock instead.

Beckett abruptly pulls his fingers from my mouth, causing a loud popping noise, before he squeezes my jaw. "I bet you were imaging my fingers were my cock instead, weren't you, you little slut." Beckett growls. Gine was my sweet nerdy mate who calls me darling, and now standing in his place was my sexy dominant master.

"Yes, sir," I whine as Miles thrusts deeper into me while Beckett squeezes my nipples firmly, his patience running thin at my delay in answering him.

"Beg me for it, and perhaps I'll force feed it to you," Beckett