Page 99 of Single Mom's Navy Seals
She does, no hesitation. Her lips wrap around him, and Cole groans, one hand bracing on the headboard, the other in her hair as she sucks him deep.
Watching her get wrecked between them—throat full, cunt stuffed, ass bouncing—I feel my cock throb in time with every moan she lets out.
“Jesus,” I whisper, voice hoarse. “That’s so fucking hot.”
But watching isn’t enough. I need to touch her.
I move in, dropping down beneath her as she trembles between them. Her back arches even more as I slide under, palms skimming the sweat-slick curve of her spine until I reach her breasts.
She gasps around Cole’s cock as I take one nipple into my mouth and roll the other between my fingers, teasing and pinching just the way she loves. Her whole body reacts—hips jerking, moan vibrating through her throat.
“Feel that?” I murmur against her chest, my breath hot as I suck a dark mark over her heart. “You’re being fucked from every angle, baby. Owned completely.”
Her eyes flutter shut, lashes damp, sweat beading on her skin. I keep my mouth on her breasts, alternating between gentle sucks and sharp bites that make her whimper. I let one hand drift lower, trailing over her fluttering belly until I find her clit.
She jerks instantly, thighs trembling around Jax’s hips.
“God,” she tries to say, but Cole’s cock muffles the sound.
I rub slow, firm circles, timed with Jax’s thrusts. She’s unraveling. I feel it—her entire body tight, strung like wire.
“Come again,” I growl into her skin. “I want to feel you shatter while you’re full.”
She doesn’t last long.
Her body locks up—legs trembling, fists clutching the sheets. Then she breaks apart again, choking on Cole’s cock as her orgasm crashes through her. She clamps down around Jax so hard he groans, shoving deep with a grunt as he finishes inside her.
And I’m still below her, licking sweat from her skin, fingers gliding through her slick heat as her whole body trembles from the aftershocks.
He pulls out and collapses beside her. Cole slides back, giving her a second to breathe. I roll over and grab her waist. She doesn’t even look up. Just reaches for me, already trying to straddle my lap.
I lie back, muscles tight with anticipation, and pull her over me—our skin slick, breath shallow. Her knees slide along the sheets until she straddles my chest, and for a heartbeat, we just look at each other. Her lips are parted, eyes dark with heat, every inch of her already trembling with need.
I trail my hands up her thighs, slow and reverent, savoring the way she shudders under my touch. “Up here,” I murmur.
She nods, barely, and shifts forward, bracing herself on the headboard as she lowers herself gently onto my mouth. I grip her hips, holding her steady, and taste her—slow, thorough, and unrelenting. Her breath catches, a sharp gasp, as her fingers clutch the headboard.
Every flick of my tongue draws a deeper sound from her throat. She rides the edge, hips grinding against my face, her moans filling the room until she’s nearly shaking apart. I don’t stop until she’s pulsing, breathless, whispering my name like a prayer.
Then I guide her back, easing her down along my body until she hovers over the head of my cock. Her eyes flutter closed as I grip her hips again, lining us up—and slowly, she sinks down onto me, inch by inch. The stretch makes her gasp, and I groan, head falling back at the feel of her wrapped around me, hot and tight and perfect.
Fuck.
Her warmth wraps around me inch by inch, tight and wet and still fluttering from the last orgasm. My cock stretches her wide, and she takes every inch, grinding down until I’m buried inside her. Balls to ass. No space between us.
She trembles.
I groan, forehead pressed to her collarbone, fighting the need to explode already. “You feel so fucking good.”
She starts to move—hips rolling, body rocking in long, slow drags that make my vision blur. Every time she rises and drops, her inner muscles clutch around me like she never wants to let me go. And I don’t want her to. Not ever.
Cole is at her side, one hand on her thigh, the other teasing her nipple until she moans, head falling back. Jax trails kisses along her shoulder, fingers gliding over the curve of her ass as he whispers filthy praise in her ear.
“Look at you,” he murmurs. “Riding Liam like you were made for it. You love being worshiped, don’t you, baby?”
She whimpers, grinding deeper.
“You want more?” Cole adds, voice low and dark, thumb circling her clit until she gasps. “Say it.”
