“But you better treat me right, boys.”
Wyatt’s grin was wicked, his teeth flashing in the moonlight as he stepped closer. “Tonight, it’s our turn to take care of you.” His words sent a shiver down her spine, her pussy clenching with need, wetness pooling between her thighs. “You were everything, Ma,” he murmured, his voice low and rich with emotion. Her clit throbbed, begging for attention, and she reached down, circling it with her fingers. Wyatt’s hands tightened on her hips, pulling her closer until their bodies were flush. You ready for that?”
Her pussy throbbed at his words, her body already aching for more. “It’s been buildin’ for years—every time we watched you take on the world, every time we saw the woman beneath the work. For the first time in years, she let herself feel something other than responsibility. They weren’t just her sons now—they were men, strong and virile, and they wanted her. Duke’s gaze met hers, dark and unreadable, while Wyatt’s eyes roamed her form with a hunger that made her clit throb. Each stroke stretched her pussy further, hitting places inside her that sent sparks of pleasure shooting through her body.
