Chapter 3
I was gone, lost. A complete slut on my knees for three men I barely knew. And I wanted more.
Damon yanked me off his c**k suddenly, a wet string of spit snapping from my lips to his tip. I gasped for air, drool running down my neck. Before I could catch a breath, he grabbed my chin rough and growled, “Get on the bed. Now.”
My whole body jolted. My knees were weak as I scrambled up, my t**s bouncing, the skirt was still bunched around my waist. I climbed onto the mattress, my body trembling, my p***y so wet I could feel it sticking to my inner thighs.
Marcus followed, his hand pushing me flat on my stomach. His palm spread across my back, pinning me down. “Keep that ass up,” he ordered.
I obeyed instantly, arching my hips, presenting myself. My p***y glistened, dripping and
