Vance slammed in.
The table jumped. I cried out and Cole made a sound from the chair like he had been punched. Vance held my knees open and f****d my cunt in long, heavy strokes that shoved me up the pad. Thick. Raw. No condom. My greedy hole took him with a wet slap that filled the room. Spit from his c**k — from my mouth — smeared my folds. He watched my face the way Cole did when he was being careful. Vance was not being careful.
“That’s it,” he muttered. “Open. You came here to be split and you’re already sucking me in.”
I looked at Cole while another man used me.
Cole’s jeans were open. His fist moved slow on himself. His eyes stayed on the place Vance disappeared into me. He nodded once, small, wrecked.
Vance pulled out.
I clenched on the empty, dripping onto steel.
“Turn over
