Amelia’s POV
We didn’t even make it home before James couldn’t keep from marking me. Having him bite down on my neck didn’t hurt like I thought it would. The pain was intense at first, but then a strange wave of pleasure washed over me, and I couldn’t help but moan. I knew he had finished, but I wasn’t ready to be done yet. As if reading my mind, John comes closer, pulling me away from James and towards him. His lips crash down on mine, kissing me passionately as he adjusts his sitting so I can straddle his lap.
I look John in the eye as I slide down onto his stiff c**k. His hand cups the back of my neck as he thrusts his hips forward, pushing himself deeper into my core. I grind my hips against him as his lips dance across my bare breasts. I pick up the pace, and John matches his thru
