(LANCE)
The pool table felt like the only solid thing left in the world while the Iron Reapers stood with guns half-drawn and my brothers matched them. Eliona was still spread out beneath me, skirt shoved to her waist, my fresh c*m leaking from her well-f****d p***y onto the green felt. I didn’t pull out. I stayed buried deep, hips grinding slow and possessive, letting every rival eye in the room watch exactly who she belonged to.
“Keep riding me, baby,” I growled against her mouth, thrusting lazily while the tension in the clubhouse crackled like live wire. “Let them see what a real Old Lady looks like when her President owns her.”
Eliona whimpered, nails digging into my shoulders through my cut as she rolled her hips, taking every inch while the entire room watched.
I kept my voice l
