They switch.
James pulls out of my mouth and circles behind me while Michael lifts me off his c**k. I whimper at the loss – so empty, so desperate to be filled – but then James is spinning me around, lifting me, wrapping my legs around his waist.
“Hold on,” he growls.
He slams into me.
James f***s like a man possessed.
Nothing like his father’s measured control – this is pure desperation, raw need, years of fantasizing about his father’s best friend’s daughter finally being realized. He pins me against the shed wall and pounds into me, each thrust making the tools rattle, making the wooden boards creak.
“f**k – f**k – ” I’m trying to be quiet but failing. “James – oh god – ”
Michael appears in front of me.
His c**k is at my lips again. Wet with my arousal.
“Open.”
I open.
He sli
