The Pack's Rebels
“Oh, f-k.”
“I came in, expecting the worse,” Greg commented from the doorway, drawn by his mate’s moans. “Now I’m wondering if Tom got himself shot on purpose.”
“Oh, f-k,” Tom complained. “Please…”
Sigrid ignored them both, concentrating on f-king him with her mouth, wanting to taste his cum, to hear his voice break on his moans as she took it from him, and he did not disappoint, vocal in his pleasure, his cries music to her ears as he emptied into her mouth. She did not let up until she was sure he had given everything he could, until he sagged replete on the mattress, his eyes almost closed and his face relaxed and content.