The phone kept ringing. Lucas’s name flashed on the screen like a warning I no longer wanted to heed. I stared at it, still bent over the kitchen island, Mason’s thick c*m leaking down my thighs from our latest round of raw, filthy s*x. My p***y was swollen, red, and throbbing — completely owned by my stepbrother.
Mason reached over and silenced the call with a single tap. "Don’t answer it," he growled, his voice dark and possessive. He pressed his still-hard c**k against my ass, rubbing the c*m-soaked head between my cheeks. "Not while I’m still inside you."
I whimpered as he pushed back into my dripping p***y in one smooth, deep thrust. Even after cumming twice already, he was still rock hard and ready to ruin me again.
"Mason…" I moaned, pushing back against him. "He’s my husband…"
