Jude thrust up into her, his hands gripping her hips, and she cried out as he began to move inside her, fast and desperate, their bodies slapping together with wet sounds, her breasts bouncing as she rode him harder, until she came with a sharp cry and collapsed over him.
But they weren't done.
Natalie and Scarlet guided her off gently, replacing her bodies with theirs. Scarlet kissed him while Natalie rode him next, her movements fluid, hair falling over her face as she clenched around him, moaning into his ear. Then it was Stella - wild and breathless - and Layla - slow and sensual - then Grace again, this time straddling him and bouncing until her voice broke on a scream.
They shared him, passed him between them like a sacred offering. And he gave himself willingly - thrusting, tasting, groaning, kissing, until the lines between them blurred, and there was no more Jude and wives, no more island and people, only this pulsing rhythm that moved through them all.
