Kat’s POV
Jaxon sits on the bench and pulls me onto his lap. My knees land on either side of his hips, and the head of his c**k presses against my entrance.
“I’ve never done this,” I say, and I hate how small my voice sounds.
“We know,” Milo says from behind me. “Why do you think we wanted you?”
Jaxon pulls me down onto his c**k, and the stretch splits me open. The cry that comes out of me cracks my own voice. He’s thick, so much thicker than fingers, and my walls are being forced apart around him. Every inch that sinks deeper is filling a place nobody has ever touched.
“f**k,” Jaxon breathes, gripping my hips hard enough to bruise. “Tightest p***y I’ve ever been in. She’s never had a c**k and her body’s trying to milk me already.”
“Stop talking about me like I’m not here,” I gasp, t
