Damien’s thick c**k stayed buried deep in my c*m-drenched cunt, slowly grinding as Sophia’s worried voice spilled from the speakerphone on the lounge table. The infinity pool’s edge shimmered under the morning sun, the Puget Sound stretching endlessly beyond the cliffs, but the real danger stood ten feet away—Marcus Vale, eyes locked on the obscene sight of my best friend’s father breeding me like a filthy animal.
“Ava?” Sophia repeated, voice cracking with concern. “Please say something. The security feed glitched again and now you’re not answering. Dad, what the hell is going on at the estate?”
Damien’s hand tightened over my mouth, muffling any sound as he rolled his hips in lazy, deep thrusts. Fresh c*m from the brutal poolside breeding leaked out around his shaft with every slow pus
