"Ahhhhh ~ " Aryl whimpered, her hips moving without thought, grinding faintly into his thigh. The friction was magnetic, the pressure between her legs growing unbearable.
Behind her, Vigg let out a shaky breath—one she knew was filled with agony.
She didn't look at him.
She couldn't. Because she was already kneeling.
She lowered slowly, her hand still wrapped around Julian's shaft as she dropped to her knees before him. Her eyes stayed locked on the bulge, her mouth parting in anticipation for what was to come.
Julian watched her with pure, burning hunger. "You want it?" he asked, voice thick. "Then take it."
Her fingers reached for his waistband, eyes wide and glassy with lust. She tucked it down, and when she freed him, she visually gasped.
Beside them, Shayla also let out a surprised gasp—her eyes widening as Aryl pulled Julian's cock free. It stood proud in her daughter's trembling grip, thick and hard, already glistening at the tip.
