DADDY'S NAUGHTY PET
His cock jerked inside me, pressing deeper, harder.
Rylan started thrusting—long, steady strokes that drove Jaxon up into me every single time. I matched the rhythm, rising and falling, feeling the chain reaction: Rylan fucking Jaxon, Jaxon fucking me, every slap of skin echoing louder than the last. Sweat dripped from Rylan’s chest onto Jaxon’s stomach, mixing with mine. The room smelled like pure sex again—salt, musk, the sharp bite of lube, the wet sounds of bodies colliding over and over.
“Fuck him deeper,” I gasped, voice wrecked. “So I can feel it in me—please—”