Chapter 319

Chapter 319:

“Oh,” I moaned softly as Dax’s tongue began to lick my earlobe from behind. I hadn’t even recovered from his sweet torture when Devin’s own assault hit me with full force.

I felt two of his fingers slip into my wet pussy, plunging in and out before his mouth covered my nipple, sucking and teasing it.

Their massive lengths pressed against my stomach and back for a moment before they disappeared inside me.

While Devin’s dick was buried deep in my pussy, Dax’s found its way into my ass.

They moved in a rhythmic pace, allowing me to adjust to their size before gradually increasing the tempo. “Fuck!” I moaned, my mouth falling open as my legs spread wider. I craved their deep, relentless penetration.

“Don’t stop, please,” I begged shamelessly, clinging to them tightly as they pounded me from different angles.

Each thrust drove deeper, hitting the very core of my being. It felt like I was in paradise.

Pleasure radiated through me as their dicks threatened to stretch me to my limits. It was the most intense, overwhelming feeling.

“Don’t hold back, please,” I cried out when I began to taste Devin’s sweat at the tip of my tongue. “You’re not hurting me, I promise.”

Pleasure, desire, fire, and hunger consumed us as they rammed into me like savage beasts.

Like gold being purified, they intensified their thrusts, driving me closer to the edge.

I was lost in paradise, my body beginning to jerk as my release approached. But the loud banging of the door snapped me back to reality.

I didn’t need to look to know who it was. His deadly, authoritative aura was unmistakable. It was so strong, I couldn’t forget it even if I tried.

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Dax and Devin seemed oblivious to his presence, continuing to ram into me like sex-starved animals, while Damon stood with his back pinned to the wall.

His eyes darkened as he watched us, his expression unreadable.

Why was Damon here?

Would he join the party?

Damon

Inhaling deeply as I tossed in my sleep, I couldn’t ignore the strong scent that invaded my senses.

I sniffed the air to confirm it wasn’t just a dream, but the scent lingered, thick and intoxicating.

Disturbed, my eyes fluttered open, and a low growl rumbled in my chest before a hiss of anger escaped my throat.

I hated being woken up.

I could have tried to shut out the scent, pretending it didn’t exist, and gone back to sleep, but it was impossible. The strange aroma seemed to have a grip on my mind.

For some reason, it captivated me, its sweetness slowly consuming my thoughts.

What was this scent, and where was it coming from? The more I tried to push it out of my mind, the more I found myself drawn to it.

I couldn’t shake it off, and soon, it overwhelmed me. “Fuck,” I stifled a moan, inhaling the sweet scent that hung in the air. I savored every bit of it, my hunger growing with each breath.

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