Before I could think for a second, Rhys shoved in aggressively, and I gasped, gripping the edge of the table, the force making the table shift backwards.
“f**k,” he grunted, thrusting deeper. “So tight.”
I moaned, arching my back toward him. “Rhys, oh f**k, yes.”
He pulled out halfway, then slammed back in, each stroke aggressive. Damien and Julian watched from opposite sides of the room, breathing hard, entranced.
Rhys’s hand found my hip. “Open, wider.”
I nodded immediately, grabbing my ankles as I spread even wider, my thighs hurting a little.
He thrust in again. “Say it.”
“Rhys!” I cried.
He smirked. “Good girl.”
He grabbed my breasts, smacking and squeezing them as f****d me, deeper and deeper, the intensity overwhelming. "Lick it.”
I obeyed, bending my head down to my breas
