Page 155 of Wrong Pucking Jersey

“Oh, no.” He adjusts his arms under my knees, jostling me up to secure me in place. “We’re not done.”

“Not done?” I’m arching my eyebrow at him.

“Baby girl, that was your punishment,” he reminds me as if I’ve forgotten. “From me.”

Oh.

Oh…

OH!

The way my jaw drops only has him giving me his signature playboy smirk.

Nudging his head to his right, I slowly follow his gaze to see Damien sitting on the couch.

Absolutely naked.

Cock out and erect.

Ready for me to ride him like a damn pony.

He purposely pats his left thigh while he leans farther back into the suede cushion behind him.

“Last time you sat on my lap, I could only imagine what it would be like to have you bare and deep, Jagiya,” he hums while his eyes darkened further with hunger.

Desperation to have me right where he wants me.

“I’m not missing the opportunity the second time.”

Mental malfunction.

I can’t formulate words, but I’m not trying to get out of Maddox’s arms, so he takes that as a sign I want what Damien’s bringing to the table. He carries me with ease, my back facing Damien’s front, before he hovers me right over Damien’s lap. I shiver at the touch of my sore ass.

“Don’t worry, Jagiya. I won’t be as penalizing as Captain O’Riley.”

“I wasn’t that bad,” Maddox grumbles and blushes. “Baby girl, defend me.”

“Ruthless,” I comment, and he pouts. That has me laughing before I kiss one of the many tattoos that are on his chest.

“I wanted it, so you’re forgiven,” I conclude.

“Do you want Damien now?” Maddox asks, and I know he’s getting my actual consent. “You wanna show him what he’s been missing all these years?”

Butterflies are fluttering in my stomach in glee.

“Yes,” I say loud and clear. “I wanna ride my defensemen and be punished for my sins.”

“Fuck,” Damien groans. “O’Riley, lower her before I get up and fuck her from behind.”

Maddox grins but doesn’t argue as he lowers me onto Damien’s cock.

We groan in unison, the feeling of fullness driving my body mad.I’ve never done this before, which makes everything feel so different.

Sensitive? Risky? Absolutely amazing.

It ignites a different type of high, unlike chasing the thrill as a teenager.

“Dammit, Jagiya,” Damien begins as his hands now grip my hips. “Your pussy is tight as fuck.”

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