Jaz's fingers dug into Jinzo's arm, her voice trembling.
"Is that… Alicia?… Is she okay?"
Jinzo didn't answer. He knew the sound too well. It was something catastrophic for him: proof that Nash had already won.
His chest hollowed, crushed before he even tried to compete.
Meanwhile, Alicia's breaths came in short, desperate gasps as Nash filled her. Every inch inside stretched her until she thought she might burst, her body clenching and pulsing around him like a heartbeat gone wild.
She was terribly hot, her eyes rolling back, mouth open and trembling as she fought for air.
Her legs gave out, but she didn't fall. Nash caught her, one arm at her lower back, the other cupping her ass, lifting her easily against him.
His strength steadied her, even as her body quaked.
He bent close, voice soft against her ear.
"You're doing well. Relax."
The words pushed her over the edge. Her whole body shuddered hard, then twitched as she came.
