“You’re perfect, Ma,” Wyatt murmured, his voice rough with emotion. “You’re perfect, Ma,” Wyatt murmured, his voice rough with emotion. Each bite sent sparks through her, her pussy clenching with need. Josie smirked, treading water with deliberate ease, her bravado a shield against the sudden awareness of her nakedness. It felt inevitable. “Can’t argue with that logic, Ma.” He glanced at Duke, a silent exchange passing between them that Josie couldn’t decipher but felt in the twist of her stomach—a sensation that was equal parts thrilling and forbidden. Always will.” His words settled over her like a warm blanket, easing the guilt that lingered at the edges of her mind. You’re the heart of this place, of us.”
Duke’s fingers traced her arm, his touch gentle, almost reverent. Oh God, yes. “Take me like you mean it.”
Duke’s eyes darkened, his hand sliding to her ass, spreading her cheeks as Wyatt’s cock nudged her pussy again.
