“Then you better keep up,” she teased, her voice steady now, a spark of her old fire returning. “That’s our Ma,” he said, his voice rough with pride. “Both of you, right here.” She pressed a hand to her lower belly, her pussy clenching at the thought, a fresh spark of desire igniting within her. “You’re ours,” Duke growled, his voice raw with need. This is just the start.”
Wyatt’s hands roamed her hips, his touch possessive, his voice a low promise. She tried to cling to her usual confidence, but her voice wavered, betraying the desire simmering beneath. “Always have been. How could something so forbidden feel so right? “Alright,” she said at last, her voice steady despite the storm raging within her. Her clit pulsed, desperate for touch, and she pressed her thighs together, seeking relief. She approached the tank, the moonlight casting her shadow long and lean across the ground. Duke’s hand slid down her body, his fingers brushing over her clit, and she gasped, her hips bucking toward him. It had been so long since anyone had looked at her like that—like she was more
