“Shouldn’t we be watching the game?” “Fuck this game. Killer has them up by twenty-eight points.” His hand disappears between us, brushing my ass as he takes himself in hand. “But we’re still going to watch. Don’t worry.” I feel the head of his cock nudging my entrance, sliding through my wetness, a low, barely audible rumble coming from his chest. Closing my eyes, I sink down. I try so hard to keep my face neutral as I take Tristian inside me, my fingers digging into the arm of the chair. I can feel the stretch, but it doesn’t hurt like it had those first two times with Killian. Tristian’s
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