Bella’s POV
I was still trembling all over, little aftershocks sparking through my thighs, when Rev’s voice sliced through the thick, s*x-soaked air.
“Ride his d**k, baby.”
His voice was low and rough. No room for arguing.
My eyes flicked to Derek. He was already stretched out in the middle of that huge black bed like he owned it,. He folded his hands behind his head, his abs flexing every time he breathed. That thick black c**k of his stood straight up, dark and slick, his veins pulsing like it was begging for me.
He didn’t say a word. He just stared at me with that lazy, half-lidded smirk that always made my stomach flip.
I crawled to him on shaky hands and knees, the bed dipping under me. My thighs were slick—his c*m, Rev’s c*m, mine—everything mixing together and sliding warm d
