I don’t get the nap they promised.
Cole walks in twenty minutes after I lie down. He doesn’t say anything. He just climbs on the bed, shoves my knees apart, and sinks his c**k into my still-leaking p***y like I left it out for him. He f***s me slow and deep while I stare at the ceiling, Grant’s shirt bunched under my t**s, last breakfast’s c*m squelching out around him with every thrust.
He comes inside me without a word, kisses my mouth once, and leaves me there dripping again.
Jace comes by an hour later. He flips me onto my stomach, pulls my ass up, and uses that hole instead. No warmup this time. Just spit and the mess Cole left and a long, burning slide until his hips are flush against me. He talks the whole time.
“Dad’s gonna watch us split you tonight. You’re gonna take two at o
