RETT POV
She tasted divine.
Sweet and intoxicating like something forbidden, something I was never meant to have but couldn’t stop craving. My tongue slid across her folds, slow and deep, and I almost groaned into her. Almost. But I held back—barely... because the little game Robert had started was not just turning her inside out.
It was driving me insane.
Ira was pacing in the back of my mind, a low growl constantly thrumming beneath the surface.
“Mine.”
Yeah. Ours. But right now, with her spread out like this, shivering and panting, and that f*****g pillow clenched between her teeth to muffle the sounds we weren’t supposed to let her make? She felt like mine.
I flicked my tongue against her c**t again and she jolted—legs twitching, hips bucking, pushing herself harder onto my mout
