Alexa’s pov
The living room had transformed into something primal. The storm still raged outside, but inside, the only sounds that mattered were heavy breathing, wet skin slapping, and desperate moans. Marcus was still buried deep in Ryan’s ass, his thick c**k twitching with the last pulses of his orgasm. Ryan lay beneath him, chest heaving, c*m splattered across his stomach. I straddled Ryan’s face, my p***y still tingling from his eager tongue.
Marcus slowly pulled out of my husband, a thick trail of his c*m leaking from Ryan’s stretched hole. The sight made my c**t throb. Marcus looked at me with dark, insatiable eyes and growled, “We’re not done. Not even close.”
He pulled me off Ryan and laid me on my back on the wide couch. Without a word, he spread my thighs wide and thrust into
