Bab 65: Possessive

It didn't take long for Rhys to come too.

He hissed under his breath, his hips slamming forward, hard and fast.

Suddenly, all his finesse was gone and in his face was sheer concentration, his brows furrowing, his skin glistening with sweat and his eyes squeezing shut as his hands moved faster, his muscles flexing and bunching up as he wrestled with his own release..

With a hoarse shout, he spurt his cum onto the cotton, his fluids spilling on her panties. 

Beatrix blinked, that was the most beautiful thing she had ever seen. 

"Did you like it?" Damien asked.

 "Didn't it feel good to get rid of that ache?"

Rhys glared at Damien his fist clenching but he nodded, still panting hard.

 "Beatrix liked it too. She even climaxed just watching you. Didn't you, Beatrix?"

 Beatrix blushed with shame but she answered honestly.

 "Yes"