CHAPTER 4
MIA
I’m still shaking, thighs slick, heart racing like I just ran a marathon made of orgasms, when Jonah flops back onto the couch cushions and crooks a finger at me.
“Get over here, princess,” he says, voice wrecked and lazy. “My turn to be your throne.”
Cal’s sprawled beside him, chest heaving, c**k already half-hard again. “Yeah, baby. Sit on Jonah and suck me clean. I wanna watch you choke on it.”
I crawl over on wobbly knees, grinning like an i***t. “You two are insatiable.”
“Pot, kettle,” Jonah laughs, grabbing my hips and pulling me over him. “Now sit. I’m dying here.”
He’s rock hard again (how??) and I sink down slow, letting him stretch me open all over. We both groan at the same time.
“Fuuuck, you feel perfect,” Jonah hisses, hands sliding up to cup my breasts.
