Not just physical—though the physical was brutal enough. It was the full package: the impossible heat of Fiery Cock Technique that triggered instant, shattering orgasms; the endless ejaculation that let him flood them until they overflowed; the sheer, monstrous presence of him inside them, stretching, claiming, rewriting nerve endings.
Every unique pleasure became a drug they couldn't replicate.
No wonder Maddie had turned into a needy little fiend.
Some days twice wasn't enough. Four if she was restless. She'd crawl into his lap during movie nights, whisper please against his ear, and he'd carry her to the nearest flat surface because denying her felt physically wrong or just let her ride him right there without her being discrete at all.
Sierra wasn't much better—cool, composed Sierra who now begged with her eyes the moment he walked through the door.
Melissa, elegant and restrained, would send discreet texts from the mansion: Come over. Now. I'll make an excuse.
