"f**k, she's even tighter this morning," Damon groaned, his fingers digging into her hips hard enough to bruise. "All that stretching last night and her body just... adapts. Takes everything we give her and begs for more."
He wasn't wrong. Eve's muffled moans around Damian's c**k were desperate, needy. Her body was craving this despite every logical reason it shouldn't.
Silas knelt beside her, his hand sliding under her body to find her c**t. The added stimulation made her vision blur, made her body clench around Damon so hard he cursed.
"She's close already," Silas observed. "Should we let her come?"
"No," Damian said. "Not yet. We're not done with her."
They kept her on that edge for what felt like hours but was probably only twenty minutes. Switching positions, switchin
