Vivian’s POV
Drake is gripping the armrests of the chair. Tears are running down his face as he strokes faster.
Dex pulls out and shoves me onto the bed on my back. He grabs my legs, spreads them wide, and eats my p***y — rough, sloppy, nothing like Nico’s precision.
He sucks and licks and shoves his tongue inside me like he’s starving and his stubble scrapes my inner thighs while I’m writhing on the bed.
“Her c**t is so swollen,” Dex says, pulling back, rubbing his thumb over it roughly. “She’s been wet since she walked in. Your wife came here ready to be f****d by four strangers, Drake. She didn’t need convincing.”
He’s right. I didn’t. The shame of that should bother me. It’s making me wetter instead.
Dex slides back inside me. f***s me missionary while Nico stands beside the bed
