Naked Pages
Rafe doesn’t speak, but his cock pulses inside me — then he slams in once more, still buried deep, and I feel the warmth spill inside, thick and hot.
He holds me there a moment before pulling out slowly.
Dante’s eyes are black with lust. “My turn to finish,” he growls.
He flips me suddenly, lays me on my back, and thrusts hard — once, twice, three times — before he curses and unloads, coating my inner thighs with the last of his spend.
When he collapses beside me, I don’t move.
I can’t.
I’m a trembling mess.
Used.
Claimed.
Full of them.