Emma knelt there frozen, thick ropes of c*m still dripping from her flushed face and heaving t**s onto the hardwood bedroom floor. The sticky mess slid down her chin, landing with soft, obscene plops as Jax read Mark’s latest text aloud in a mocking, triumphant tone. Her phone buzzed again Mark’s name lighting up the screen like a flashing alarm.
“Pick it up,” Jax ordered calmly, his voice low and commanding while he lazily stroked his still-hard c**k, slick with her juices. “Speakerphone. Now.”
Her fingers shook as she swiped to answer, her voice hoarse and thoroughly f****d-out. “H-hey babe…”
“Emma? I’ve been trying to reach you for twenty minutes. Are you okay? You sound… off.” Mark’s concerned voice echoed through the room, filling the charged silence while two muscular, naked men t
