Ariel
Mark stood in the doorway, his keys still clutched in a trembling hand, his face draining of color until he looked like a ghost.
His eyes scanned the room, taking in the scene: the LED lights casting a glow over the rumpled bedsheets, the heavy scent of s*x and four bodies tangled in a display of raw, unapologetic sin.
Jax was buried between my legs, his tongue flicking my c**t and running through my middle of my lips like eating me out was necessary for his hunger and survival, while Dante was under me, his massive frame silhouetted against the dark headboard.
Dante didn’t just thrust; he surged into me from behind, his hands bruising my hips. "Hnngh... f-f**k, Ariel... ah!... you’re so... mmmph... so tight... god, yes!"
I was lost, my head thrashing against Dante’s chest.
