His words wrapped around her, heavy with unspoken gratitude, and she felt their weight settle deep in her chest. “Do it,” she breathed, the words slipping out before she could stop them. The sensations overwhelmed her—the stretch of Duke’s cock inside her pussy, the heat of Wyatt’s mouth, the cool water lapping at her skin. Takin’ us like that… you’re incredible.”
Her heart swelled, the guilt now a distant whisper. “Yes,” she whispered, her voice trembling but certain. This is wrong. His thumb brushed her cheek, grounding her in the moment. “God, Duke,” she breathed, her nails digging into his shoulders as his cock filled her completely. Her nails raked down Wyatt’s back, leaving trails of red in their wake, a visceral testament to the intensity of her release. “We’ve wanted you for so long,” he said, his voice rough with emotion.
