His fake wife, their real obsession
Before I could even catch my breath, Kian began to pull back and thrust in a fast, relentless rhythm.
The wet, rhythmic slapping of his skin against mine echoed through the dark, silent office, a vulgar and intoxicating sound that drowned out the rain.
But then Zane moved.
He stepped up onto the desk, his massive frame looming over me. He grabbed my thighs, pulling my legs forward, and guided his own massive, throbbing length directly against my front entrance. With one heavy, synchronized push, Zane drove himself into me.
Double penetration.The sheer, staggering fullness of them both stretching me simultaneously made my head snap back, my eyes rolling into the back of my head as my vision b