Mark’s footsteps stopped right outside the bedroom door. “Emma? You in there, babe?”
Emma’s heart slammed against her ribs like a trapped animal. She was still pinned in a deep mating press, knees beside her head, p***y and ass gaping and overflowing with fresh loads of Jax and Marcus’s c*m. The thick, creamy mixture was leaking steadily onto the sheets beneath her, pooling warm and sticky under her ass.
Jax clamped his large hand over her mouth, his c**k still buried deep inside her twitching p***y. His eyes burned with wicked amusement as he slowly rolled his hips once more, forcing another thick glob of mixed seed to squelch out around his shaft. Marcus had already slipped silently back into the closet, but the scent of raw s*x hung heavy in the air musky, salty, unmistakable.
“Yeah…
