Josie’s heart hammered as she took in the sight of her eldest son—his broad shoulders, the ripple of his abdomen, the faint dusting of hair leading downward. But they weren’t done. “Strong, fearless, and all ours.”
As their hands and mouths began to explore her again, Josie surrendered to the flood of sensation, her body and heart in perfect harmony. Wyatt and Duke followed, their cocks pulsing as they spilled their cum inside her—Duke filling her pussy, Wyatt flooding her ass, the heat of their release marking her as theirs. This is so wrong. “You want us both, Ma?” Duke asked, his voice rough with need. Her pussy throbbed, slick and aching, betraying the battle raging in her mind. Let us carry you tonight.”
Josie’s breath caught, her heart pounding as the meaning behind his words sank in.
