?Chapter 965:


    My rising desire was a rion call to Bryan, who seized the moment and parted my legs with a tender urgency. Sensing my need, he shed his undergarments in a swift motion, unveiling his impressive, engorged length. Kneeling between my syed thighs, he guided himself…


    With a steady hand, he teased my slick entrance with the tip before plunging deep inside with a single, powerful thrust. I bit my lip, stifling my cries, wary that Jett might overhear from the next room. But Bryan, misreading my restraint, pressed on with rhythmic thrusts, leaning close to murmur yfully in my ear, “Makenna, there’s no shame in letting your ecstasy sing. I’m yours, after all.”


    He slipped a pillow beneath my hips, elevating me, then drove his thick, pulsing shaft into my eager depths with quickening fervor, each stroke a masterful invasion. I could see his formidable length gliding in and out, the sensation so exquisite it threatened to unravel mepletely, urging a cry from my lips.


    “Makenna, does it thrill you when I take you like this?” Bryan teased.


    “Mm… you’re… you’re wicked… ah…” I stammered, a flush of bashfulness coloring my words.


    Bryan’s relentless rhythm persisted, each thrust moremanding than thest, the bed groaning beneath his vigor.


    “I can’t hold on… please… ease up… ah…” I clutched at Bryan’s arm, yearning for a reprieve, my voice faltering under his unyielding pace.


    Soon, ecstasy overtook me, my body shuddering as my inner walls clenched, waves of bliss cascading through me, gripping Bryan’s length and heralding his own release. He hastened his tempo, anchoring my waist as he buried himself to the hilt, spilling his warmth deep within me.


    Exhausted, I copsed onto the bed, my breathsing in soft, ragged bursts. Bryan eased out slowly, the warmth he had left behind seeping from me in a gentle trickle.


    Lost in my recovery, I didn’t notice Bryan’s eyes roaming over me, drinking in every curve. Soon, his desire stirred anew, his manhood rising once more, proud and unyielding.


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    Before I could catch my breath, Bryan scooped my limp form into his arms, carrying me—bare and vulnerable—into the bathroom, where he imed me again and again with unrelenting passion.


    Makenna’s POV:


    The next morning, I awoke from a haze. As consciousness gradually returned, I noticed Bryan’s absence beside me. A flutter of surprise rippled through my heart, followed by a wave of shyness that crept from deep within and warmed my cheeks.


    Lowering my gaze, I spotted the telltale marks left from our night together. Heat rushed to my face as I whispered with a hint of yful reproach, “This guy really doesn’t know how to hold back, does he?” I quickly selected a turtleneck from the wardrobe and carefully concealed the evidence of our passion.


    Just as I finished making myself presentable, a crisp knock sounded at the door. My heart tightened instantly, as I suspected it was Jett. Steadying my nerves, I tried my best to make my voice sound perfectly calm. “Come in,” I called out.


    Jett entered, wearing his characteristic gentle smile. “Good morning. Dayton has invited us to have breakfast together with him,” he announced.


    I understood immediately that Dayton and Maia were eager to learn about Alden’s situation, so I nodded in agreement. “Alright, let’s go join them.”


    Upon hearing my response, Jett looked at me with worried eyes and asked, “Did you sleep wellst night? You seem different.”


    The intimate scenes fromst night shed through my mind in an instant, and my cheeks turned crimson again. I could only nod my head awkwardly in response.


    Seeing my flushed cheeks, Jett asked in confusion, “Why is your face so red? Are you not feeling well somewhere?”


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