Seventy

Asher

I moaned and rubbed my thighs together as I watched Jackson rub one hand over his still fully clothed cock. That wasn’t what I needed. I needed his thick length deep inside me. I needed his hands on me.

“Fuck me, Asher.” Jackson licked his lips and spared a glance at Devon. “You’ve ridden this out with her before? Was she this needy?”

“It was worse the first time.” Devon reached out and cupped my breast, rolling my taut nipple between his fingers. “She was insatiable.”

Cian brushed my hair off my face. “That last is true for the second time as well, isn’t it, Sunny?”

“Fuck,” Jackson...