On my knees.
That’s exactly where I was — kneeling between two powerful, much older men like a cheap w***e who had already accepted her fate.
Marcus stared down at me with dark, predatory eyes as he unzipped his pants. His c**k sprang out, thick, heavy, and slightly curved. It was bigger than Alexander’s. The sight of it made my stomach flip.
“Open that pretty mouth,” Marcus ordered, grabbing the back of my head.
I barely had time to obey before he pushed his thick c**k past my lips, stretching my mouth wide. He didn’t ease in. He went straight for my throat, groaning deeply as he forced half his length inside.
“Fuuuck… that’s a good little cocksucker,” he growled, holding my head in place. “Look at those tears already forming. You’re going to choke on this d**k tonight, baby.”
Alexa
