Holt’s words give me goosebumps. The thought of telling another man he can have me is so disgustingly possessive, yet I can feel my p***y getting wetter at the thought. I think about these three men sharing me, using me like their toy, and I start to get distracted, lost in my fantasy.
Suddenly, Jackson appears in front of me, snapping me out of my fantasy.
He starts unzipping his pants and I find myself staring. “You remember your safeword?” he asks.
“Mhmm,” I say.
“And what to do if your mouth is … otherwise occupied?” he asks, a cheeky glint in his eye.
My stomach twists in excitement and fear. “Tap three times,” I say.
“Good girl,” he says, pulling down his boxers. His c**k springs out and it’s fully erect. He smirks when he catches my shocked expression. “Think you can handle it
