He turns me so I’m facing the desk in front of the couch in reverse cowgirl with my feet braced beside his big thighs. He braces his hands on my hips while I reach between us, notching his c**k at my entrance. I watch Dex step around to the front of the desk, leaning against the edge, stroking his c**k. I brace my hands on Ryder's arms and sink onto his c**k, letting his piercings drag slowly, savoring the feeling it causes.
“s**t,” Ryder grits out, “You feel so good.” I use my hold on Ryder's arms as leverage to lift my hips. Dex’s eyes are glued to where Ryder and I are connected, still slowly stroking his tattooed c**k. “Show him what he’s missing, il mio sole,” Ryder whispers. “Make him so f*****g crazy he can’t stand it.”
His words make me start riding him faster. His hips start lif
