Kira's pussy immediately tightened, her muscles tensing while her back arched off the bed completely.

“Oh my fucking God!” she moaned ecstatically, throwing her head backward as the sensation rolled through her body.

Ryker's grip on her neck tightened, and he kept his gaze completely locked on hers.

“You don't get to fucking look away! Do you get it?” His voice was cold and hoarse enough to send another round of sensation through her body.

“Yes... yes, Daddy...” Kira stammered in a pleasurable whimper.

Damian stood up from the chair now, his cock kicking violently like he would have loved to take the fucking position. Like he would have loved...