The man behind me groaned low and rough every time he sank all the way in, the sound raw and hungry. He didn’t speak. None of them did. Just those deep, guttural sounds and the occasional bitten-off curse when my pussy clenched tight around him. I had no idea who he was. It could have been Logan. It could have been any of them. The not knowing made every thrust feel sharper, dirtier.

He fucked me harder now, his hips slapping against my ass with wet, obscene sounds. The cum from my ass made everything slicker, messier. I could feel it coating his cock, dripping down to where we were...