Straight Guys Shouldn’t f**k Each Other (9)
When Clarke finally pulled out, my legs were already trembling, but he didn’t give me time to recover. He moved behind me, fingers gripping my hips with practiced ease.
“I want his áss this time,” he told Maddox, voice low and steady. “You take his mouth.”
They didn’t ask. They didn’t need to. They handled me like I belonged to them, like they knew every part of me and weren’t finished breaking me in.
They flipped me, pressed me down, and my skin shivered under their grip.
And I let them.
No… I craved it.
Clarke pushed inside me, the stretch slow and unforgiving. Every inch dragged heat through my spine. I whimpered as Maddox dropped in front of me, fisting my hair and guiding his c**k to my lips.
“Open up, baby,” he growled, his gaze loc
