Before Sage could continue to fiddle with her clothes, I took her by the throat and pressed her and Laila against the door. My c**k throbbed inside my pants. Seeing Sage in that dress … made me hard as hell.
“Stay,” I ordered, releasing their throats and trailing my hands down their bodies.
They both stared up at me through wide eyes, sucking in a collective breath when I brushed my fingers against the front of their short little dresses. Laila grabbed Sage’s hand and intertwined their fingers, like a good girl.
When they held hands while I touched them, when they kissed each other around my c**k, when they used each other to get off … God, it did something f*****g terrible to me. It made me into a monster, hungry for their p*****s.
“You’d better keep quiet,” I murmured, gazing from La
