Page 157 of Wrong Pucking Jersey

Fucking hell.

“Mikayla… fuck!” He curses when I deep-throat him again, pushing him over the edge. He reaches over to steady my head while his other hand holds my arm as if to give me some leverage, so my abs aren’t on fire holding my entire upper weight.

He shoots a lot down my throat and inches back a step, so more of his cum can pool into my mouth. The moment his cock plops out of my mouth, Damien leans over me and grabs my throat from the front, leaning us back together until I’m sitting on his lap.

I turn my head back just as he leans over to claim my lips, the two of us colliding like magnets. His tongue doesn’t hesitate to pry into my mouth, and I give him what he wants as we enjoy the taste of Maddox on our tongues. His hand trails down my front side, his fingers trailing along my tattoo.

The fact he noticed makes me feel a bit proud that we broke the barrier that destroyed us the first time.

With a gasp, we pull back. Cum and saliva drip from the ends of our tongues. Our heated gaze is everything, and we’re further rewarded when Maddox is standing in front of us and kissing me.

This kiss is short, a need to see how good he tastes in my mouth.

Then he moves further to my right to kiss Maddox, their kiss a bit longer. I can’t help but take advantage and lean in to lay my lips on Maddox’s neck. He moans at my touch while their kiss deepens with one another.

I don’t think it can get any better, but I moan into Maddox’s feverish skin when Damien’s finger plays with my clit.

This.

This is so perfect.

So naturally flowing, I don’t fear the idea of making a mistake between us.

We’re just going at our own pace, exploring what brings us pleasure together, and I’ve never felt so free as I have in this sensual moment.

Panting, we part and catch our breaths, but my hips are anxious to move, just like the rest of my body that’s dying to bounce on this man’s cock.

“Ready to ride your defensemen, baby girl?” Maddox coaxes as he kisses my cheek. “I wanna see you bounce.”

“Yes,” I reply. “So ready. Please, Damien.”

“Since you listened to me, I’ll give you a wild ride.” Leaning back into the couch, he secures my hips. “Get moving, Jagiya.”

I don’t let a second pass as I begin to move up and down his hardness.

“That’s it, Jagiya. Give your defenseman what he wants,” Maddox encourages.

“You’re doing so well, Jagiya. Keep that pace. Like that, baby. Fuck, like that!” Damien is in his own world of pleasure, which is exactly what I like to hear. When you’re so lost in the ride, you’re lost until you’re inching to the plank’s edge of ecstasy.

“Damien,” I moan his name, my breasts bouncing up and down as sweat drips down the sides of my face. My build of pleasure is rising, coiling upward in anticipation of that explosion of sexual relief.

“God, Mikayla,” he groans. He helps me bounce on his cock by gripping my hips with everything he has. His nails dig into my flesh, and I’m certain they’ll be bruises when this is over, but fuck, I’m about to be on cloud nine.

I want Damien with me.

“I can’t… control this,” Damien grunts. “Maddox, grab her.”

I’m hoisted up in a blur that doesn’t stop the pounding rhythm of Damien’s cock as he slams into me, still holding my hips with everything he got as my top half is in Maddox’s hold.

I can’t think.

I can barely catch my breath.

My moans are loud.

Their groans and grunts are even louder.

We’re sweaty, panting, and begging to hit that peak of blissful destruction.

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