My body felt like it had been rewired—every nerve ending raw and live, humming with the kind of overload that made my skin feel too tight. I was still straddling Jaxon reverse-cowgirl, thighs burning from holding the position so long, pussy stretched and slick around him. Rylan knelt behind me, cock buried deep in my ass, the lube long since warmed by our bodies into something slippery and obscene. Their breathing matched mine now—short, ragged pulls of air that filled the room with wet, desperate sounds.

No more slow build. No more teasing edges.

Jaxon’s hands clamped onto my hips and yanked me down hard onto his cock. The sudden...