Elena’s POV

I moved immediately, crawling over to him. I straddled his left shoulder, hovering my drenched, aching core above his lips.

Tangling my fingers deep into his damp, dark hair, I yanked his chin up. “Look at me, Daniel,” I purred, my voice dropping into a commanding tone. “Taste your wife.”

The first long, desperate stroke of his tongue made me arch, a sharp gasp escaping from my throat as my head fell back against the headboard. He worked me with focus, his mouth slick with the lingering heat of Sasha and Ivy.

Ivy swung a sleek leg over his hips and lowered herself, driving his cock straight into...