Page 158 of Wrong Pucking Jersey

“So… close,” Damien says with gritted teeth as he pounds into me at an inhuman pace.

Balls slapping.

Constant grunting.

Curses in Korean that sound like a traditional prayer.

“D-Damien,” I plea and curse in Russian, not sure I can stop my quivering pussy from exploding around this man’s wild cock. “Please!!”

“Hold… on,” he growls. Grunting, he fucks me so damn hard with three ruthless thrusts. “CUM!”

“AH!” I scream in ecstasy as my whole body is taken over by the onslaught of pleasure, consuming me from my head down to my very toes. I convulse, my orgasm wrecking me, and I swear my eyes roll back because I can’t see a single thing. I feel as though I’ve entered a new realm of ascension, my body floating with nothing but bliss.

I’ve never experienced an orgasm that magnetizing, and the exciting part is, I know it can happen again.

And again.

‘Til our hearts and bodies are content.

“Mkaykay?” Maddox’s is breathless, and his voice is closer to my ear than it sounds, but I’m still on this ascension high, and I’m not sure when my body will come down from it.

“We wiped her out,” Damien breathes, and he sounds just as wrecked. “Fuck. That was so fucking good.”

“Too good,” Maddox breathes. “Now you better fucking pray her actual dad doesn’t come over tomorrow morning asking to see his daughter.”

“Oh, fuck,” Damien groans. “Tell him we’re not home. God.”

“Hard pass,” Maddox comments.

Maddox scoops me up and holds me against a wall of muscled glory.

“Your legs working enough to go draw a bath?”

“Give me five minutes of cuddle time with Jagiya, and I’ll do whatever you ask.”

“You like to cuddle?”

“You fucking don’t?”

“Nah, I do,” Maddox admits. “Guess we don’t need to rotate when we visit Mikayla’s dorm, do we?”

“Fuck no,” Damien breathes. “We’ll sandwich the shit out of her.”

“You know she’ll actually need sleep during our training days.”

“Sleep is for the weak,” he says and groans. “FUCK. We’re going to feel this tomorrow. I just know it.”

“Tomorrow?” Maddox questions and laughs. “We’re going to be sore until at least Tuesday.”

“Fuck being old,” Damien complains. “I hope Jagiya doesn’t mind.”

“I feel like you forget she knows our ages.”

“I know she knows, but does she mind our old asses?”

“She doesn’t mind,” Maddox confirms. “I’d ask, but our baby girl is done for.”

I try to say something, but it comes out like a mush of incoherent gibberish.

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