Toxic Vows, Filthy Pleasures
“That’s it. Take it. Feel how deep I can go.”
He didn’t give me time to adjust. He pulled out almost all the way, then slammed back in, pounding into me with rough, punishing strokes that made my breasts bounce against the stone wall. Each thrust punched a broken moan from my throat. “Say it again,” he demanded, one hand fisting my hair, the other reaching around to rub my clit. “Tell me who this pussy belongs to.”
“It belongs to all three of you!” I sobbed, pushing back to meet every thrust. “Marcus—Lucas—Damien! I’m yours oh God, right there”