Delilah’s Guilty Pleasure
One savage thrust and he buried himself to the balls, stretching his own brother open with a wet, loud slap.
“Fuuuuck—that bussy’s tight as hell,” Silver growled, hips snapping forward. “I’m gonna breed you really fucking hard. This is what you get for showing up drunk and trying to drag her out of here.”
Jax’s back arched, a guttural moan ripping from his throat as Silver pounded him mercilessly—deep, angry strokes that made his cock bounce against his own stomach. “Ugh! Touch my cock, please. Fuck Silver, Pound my hole harder, please!”