Celeste's POV
Jason’s hips rolled forward again, burying every thick inch of him deep. “f**k, your p***y feels so good as always,” he said against the side of my neck, voice rough with heat.
“So tight and hot, gripping me like it never wants to let go. You were made for this, baby. Made for taking your alphas.”
He set a steady rhythm, long strokes that dragged along every sensitive spot inside me. Each time he bottomed out I felt the stretch burn sweet, my walls fluttering around him.
Mason’s mouth stayed on mine a moment longer before he pulled back just enough to look down between our bodies. His hand slid lower, fingers finding my c**t while his brother f****d me.
“That’s it,” Mason murmured, rubbing slow, firm circles over the swollen bud. “Take his c**k just like that. Look how
