JAX ROMANO
The city streets blurred past my tinted windows as I drove home after the orgy. Each red light felt like an accusation and every stop was mocking pause that let my thoughts brew.
Emilia.
My wife, my anchor who’d stood by me for years, waited at home, probably in that silk nightgown that hugged her sweet figure, oblivious to the double life I led.
But all I could see was Delilah: her full lips stretched around my c**k, her p***y gripping me like she took her kegel exercises damn serious, while Silver, my goddamn brother, f****d her mouth.
Brothers sharing a woman. What the hell had I become?
Why did I let that reckless Silver drag me into this?
Delilah was mine alone. Mine!
I slammed the car door seething with silent fury, the echo sharp in the quiet garage. Emilia me
