"I want to see you pummel their pussies, Mr. Hart! Show me the animal in you!" Lana's voice boomed over the studio monitors, crackling with a raw, vicarious hunger.
Sasha scrambled off my face, gasping for air, her skin flushed a deep, feverish pink. I didn't give Jess a second to breathe. I reached up and wrapped my hand firmly around her throat—not enough to hurt, but enough to let her know exactly who was in control. I pulled her face down to mine, crushing our lips together in a kiss that tasted like sweat and shared heat.
"You like being my little studio whore, Jess?" I growled against her mouth, my thumb pressing into the soft dip of her neck. "You want me to treat you like the piece of meat you are?"
"Yes! Please, Hart... fuck me like a whore!" she whimpered, her eyes rolling back as she gripped my forearms.
