Chapter Twenty-Two

Sophia:

With each soft groan he blessed me with, my heart hammered in my ears.

The aftershocks of Wit hadn't worn off yet, and the soreness from his size had already set in, but I was still desperate, desperate for more, desperate for Toby.

Even though I knew this was a dangerous game we were playing, the taste of his p.r.e.c.u.m on my tongue had my body buzzing. I couldn't stop if I wanted to.

"Wit, she's wiggling her a.s.s your way. Help our girl out." Toby's tone was low, deep with lust and fire. The way he called me "our girl" made me a mess. Could I be theirs? Did I want to be theirs?

When Wit hummed his sweet "With pleasure." I moaned in anticipation, not knowing if I could come again, but I was more than willing to try.

Toby's fingers tangled in my hair, his eye……