“So fucking good for your big brothers, Alice,” Tristan pants above me, sweat dotting his smooth chest and face. I can’t help but grin lazily, dazed, floating, when Jameson captures my chin, forcing my eyes to his. His smirk has morphed into his malicious one, and my heart stutters. “I know you’re tired baby, but you’re still going to be a good girl and take my cock too, da?”
