The question didn’t even finish leaving Natalie’s mouth before Xavier’s hand snapped out like a whip, grabbing a thick fistful of her hair so hard her entire body jerked.

The sound was brutal, flesh, scalp, breath ripped into submission.

“No.”

His voice was Cold. Hard. Final.

Natalie gasped. Her mouth still slick with Sky’s cum. Her face smeared in juices. Her chin glistening with the mess of spit, squirt, and thick white cream she hadn’t even been allowed to swallow.

Her tongue hovered just inches from Sky’s throbbing clit, the scent of Xavier’s cum thick in the air, heady, musky, addictive.

But he didn’t soften. Didn’t let go.

He tightened...