Leo
Miller's hands gripped my waist tighter and met every slam with powerful thrusts, driving himself even deeper. His groans mixed with my loud moans and echoed through the room. I was sure Kayden and Rhys would have heard us if they were not spending the night on the yacht.
"Leo— shit, I'm so close," Miller growled, his eyes locked on mine.
I rode him even harder, slamming down with filthy force, grinding my hips in tight, desperate circles when I was fully seated. The pressure inside me coiled tighter and tighter until it snapped. I came with a shattered cry, spilling thick ropes of cum across his chest and abs. My hole clenched violently around him, milking his cock in rhythmic pulses.
Miller followed with a deep groan, thrusting up sharply and burying himself to the hilt as he filled me with pulse after pulse of hot release.
We stayed locked together, trembling through the aftershocks.
But I still wasn't done.
