Naomi’s POV
Dom flips me over the edge of the table so fast the room tilts. My feet hit the floor, my chest slams against the felt, and his hand cracks across my ass before I even register the position change.
“Look at this wrecked little p***y,” he says, spreading me open with both hands. I can feel what he sees — c*m dripping from me in thick, slow trickles, my folds swollen and slick, my thighs trembling and sticky.
“Three loads leaking out of her, and she’s still clenching for more. You’re a greedy little thing, aren’t you, baby girl?”
“Are you going to stand there talking about it, or are you going to f**k me?” I snap, because the emptiness between my legs after three men is making me desperate, and my filter disappeared somewhere around the second orgasm.
He laughs — this genui
