Her nails raked down Wyatt’s back, leaving trails of red in their wake, a visceral testament to the intensity of her release. She cried out, her body trembling as Duke filled her completely, his size stretching her to her limits. They’re your sons, the voice in her head insisted, but it was faint now, overshadowed by the raw need in their eyes, the same need pulsing through her veins. Look at you, stretched tight on our cocks.” His hands shifted to her breasts, kneading the soft flesh as he thrust into her ass, his rhythm relentless. Josie smirked, treading water with deliberate ease, her bravado a shield against the sudden awareness of her nakedness. The realization both thrilled and terrified her, her heart pounding as she surrendered to the moment. Her eyes lingered despite herself, tracing the contours of their forms, her mind warring with her body. “And what exactly you boys plannin’?” she asked, her voice barely a whisper, trembling with anticipation and fear.
