FALLON
From behind, Milo’s groan is soft, resonating like a quiet storm about to break. His presence presses against me just enough—a silent command that I’m theirs to control. My heart races, caught in the whirlwind of fear and excitement that twists my insides into knots.
I barely registered the movement before Milo’s fingers trace across my ass, his hands returning to the plug nestled inside me. He works it out slightly, then back in. It’s a stretch that stings, a burn that blazes trails along pathways I didn’t even know were there. As quickly as the discomfort comes, it morphs into something else—an unfamiliar pleasure that spirals up from within.
“Relax… don’t tense, or it will hurt. Just breathe,” Milo guides.
His rhythm syncs with Leone’s movements below me. Each circle of the p
