Liam POV
I slam in harder, forcing another sob out of her throat, and I don’t stop.
Zain is right in front of her, eyes locked on where we’re joined. He strokes himself slowly, the head of his c**k flushed, already slick from her, from us, from how wrecked she’s become. His voice is low when he speaks, and I can feel her flinch from it, like her body already knows what he’s going to say.
“She begged for both,” he says. His voice is thick with heat, steady, calm in a way that makes it hit even harder. “She said she could take two. Let’s see how much she meant it.”
Her head shakes in my arms. She whimpers, not quite no, not quite please. Just that soft, broken sound that tells me she’s completely overwhelmed, but not finished.
Zain doesn’t wait. He moves in close and grabs the back of h
