Jaxon came first. His hips stuttered, then locked deep inside me. I felt the hot, thick pulses—spurt after spurt flooding my pussy, coating my walls, overflowing so much that it leaked out around his shaft and ran down my thighs in warm rivulets. He groaned long and low against my ear, fingers digging into my hips hard enough to leave bruises I’d feel for days.

Rylan followed seconds later. One last brutal thrust—burying himself to the hilt—and then he held still while he emptied into my ass. Jet after jet, hot and forceful, filling me until I could feel the pressure, the slick overflow starting to drip back out around...