Chapter 342

• She stood frozen in the doorway, silk gown catching the harsh fluorescent light, eyes wide and glassy as they locked on the scene: Ayla on her knees in front of me, red dress still hiked up around her hips, my cock buried deep in her mouth, my hand fisted in her hair guiding every slow, deliberate thrust.
• I didn’t stop. Didn’t even pause. I kept rolling my hips forward, sliding in and out of that perfect, wet heat while staring straight at Amber, waiting for her to take the hint and fuck off.
• But she just stood there, mouth open, tears already pooling in her eyes, chest rising and falling like she couldn’t decide whether to scream or sob.