Her breath hitched as she felt the thick tip of his cock press against her entrance, the heat of him making her pussy clench in anticipation. “Tonight, it’s our turn to take care of you.” His words sent a shiver down her spine, her pussy clenching with need, wetness pooling between her thighs. “Not even close,” he murmured, his voice dripping with promise. She tried to cling to her usual confidence, but her voice wavered, betraying the desire simmering beneath. Wyatt’s lips grazed her neck, his breath warm against her skin. “This heat’s somethin’ else.”
Josie swallowed, her heart a wild drumbeat. “We’re just gettin’ started.”
Wyatt’s chuckle vibrated against her skin, his lips brushing her ear. “Never felt anything like you.”
Wyatt’s lips found hers, his kiss grounding her as Duke began to move, his thrusts deep and measured. And yet, here they were, her sons, looking at her with a hunger that mirrored her own.
