"Going somewhere, mate?" Ezra gripped my ankle and pulled me to the edge of the bed.
"No, I can't do it anymore. Let me go," I pushed his chest with all my might. It's been hours since Alarik started f*****g me. Finally, he is done with me but now the two are looking for their turn.
Is it their plan to kill me from their d***s? If so then I think my end is near. I could barely feel my leg anymore. They have been hanging on Alarik's shoulder for an hour or so.
"Yes, you can, mate. Your can and will take us," he thrusted into me so suddenly and directly aimed at my f*****g g-spot that I was unprepared. And by unprepared I mean I f*****g came with just a single thrust. Their ego couldn't have gotten even bigger. I f*****g hate that my body can't behave in their presence. It's like my bo
