Rylan’s cock felt different the second he pushed inside me. Thicker at the base, stretching me wider, the slight curve pressing against different spots inside. He didn’t ease in. He gripped my hips and sank deep in one slow, deliberate thrust that made my back bow and a broken moan tear out of me.

“Fuck—yes,” I gasped, voice wrecked.

Jaxon cupped my jaw, thumb brushing over my swollen bottom lip. “Open up, baby.”

I did. Took him into my mouth while Rylan started to move—rougher than Jaxon, hips snapping forward in short, brutal thrusts that slapped against my ass. Each one drove me forward onto Jaxon’s cock, forcing him deeper...