Greer did not put me on my knees.
He sat on the edge of the table and pulled me into his lap facing out, my back to his chest, my wrecked ass in the air, my dripping cunt hovering over his c**k. Cole saw everything. That was the point. Greer dragged the head of himself through the mess Holt and Vance had left running out of me, then pushed up into my p***y in one wet slide.
Different angle. Different stretch. My own weight seated me on him to the hilt and I made a sound I had not made for Vance. Greer was thick in a blunter way, filling the hole that had been empty while they used my ass. He held my thighs open so the room could watch his c**k disappear into Cole’s girlfriend.
“Look at him,” Greer said in my ear. “Don’t you dare close your eyes.”
I looked at Cole.
Cole had moved to th
