Sasha came hard again—and again—within just a single hour, her body trembling with release after release as Ross took her with relentless intensity.
Her moans were breathy and desperate, echoing like music through the bedroom, mixing with the creaking of the bed and the rhythmic slapping of skin against skin.
The bed rocked wildly under them, the sheets tangled, the mattress threatening to slide off its frame.
It was like a storm had taken hold of the room, and in the center of it, Sasha surrendered completely—her face buried in the mattress, her fingers digging into the sheets as Ross gripped her hips and drove into her like a man possessed.
In the middle of all this chaos, another body stirred.
Kristine blinked herself awake, groggy and sore from the night before. Her body still tingled, every inch of her skin marked with memories of Ross's touch.
But as she opened her eyes and turned toward the sound, what she saw made her breath catch in her throat.
