They didn’t give her time to come down.
Lucas stayed under her on the living-room rug, c**k still hard and buried in her cunt, while Ryan pushed back into her ass in one slow, relentless slide. The dual stretch punched a broken sound out of Zoe’s throat. Her arms gave out. She collapsed forward onto Lucas’s chest, forehead pressed to his collarbone, already trembling.
“f**k—oh f**k—”
Ryan bottomed out and stayed there, letting her feel every inch of both of them. Lucas’s hands gripped her waist hard enough to bruise. When Ryan started to move—deep, grinding thrusts that forced her down harder onto Lucas—Zoe’s whole body jerked.
Sweat was already slicking her skin. It dripped from her temples, slid down the valley of her spine, gathered between her breasts where they pressed against Luc
