He didn’t let me adjust.
Logan f****d up into me from the chair like he had been patient long enough. Thick strokes. Deep enough that my mouth stayed open. Finn was still behind me, still holding me open, his c**k wet against the small of my back because Daddy had taken the place he wanted.
“Please—” I didn’t even know what I was asking for. Faster. Mercy. Both.
Logan’s thumb found my c**t again.
“You came on his c**k looking at me,” he said. “Now you come on mine.”
He didn’t ask.
He dragged it out of me. The orgasm hit ugly and bright. I clenched around him so hard my thighs shook, a broken moan punching into his shoulder, spit still on my chin from his c**k. Finn’s hands tightened on my knees like he could feel me falling apart from the outside.
Logan didn’t come.
He lifted me of
