The ropes burned against my wrists.
I was still blindfolded, my body sore, c*m leaking from both holes, every muscle aching.
I thought maybe they were done. Maybe they’d let me breathe.
I was wrong.
Hands gripped my ankles. My body was flipped face-down. My cheek pressed to the mattress, arms still bound above my head, legs forced wide.
I heard Mason’s voice behind me deep, dangerous, dripping with filth.
“Look at her. Ass red, p***y stretched, and she still f*****g wants more.”
I did.
God, I did.
I was dizzy with it the shame, the heat, the need to be used again. I could barely speak, but I didn’t have to.
Because the moment my ass lifted, Jaxon growled and slammed into me from behind, burying his c**k deep into my messy, swollen p***y.
I screamed into the sheets.
His hands gr
