Duke’s hands slid to her hips, lifting her slightly as he positioned himself between her legs. His words wrapped around her, heavy with unspoken gratitude, and she felt their weight settle deep in her chest. Josie let herself fall into it, claimed by the men she’d raised, the men who now owned her heart and body in a way she’d never imagined. “Every inch of me.” She felt the thick tip of his cock press against her tight hole, and she tensed, a flicker of fear mingling with the overwhelming desire coursing through her. She’d earned a moment to herself, a chance to shed the weight of being “Ma” and just be Josie. She moaned into his mouth, her hands clutching his shoulders as Duke’s fingers continued to tease her nipples, rolling them until she whimpered, her body arching toward him. “Alright,” she said at last, her voice steady despite the storm raging within her. The crunch of boots on gravel shattered her reverie. Her body ached for them, her pussy desperate to feel their cocks stretching her, filling her, claiming her in a way no one else ever had.
