“Is that what you want?” Mateo asks, flipping around so they are face to face. “You want us to destroy you? You want us to have you panting, whimpering, and fucking begging for us?” I look over at Mateo, surprised at the words, and his face has an almost feral look to it, showing how much he wants Micah. “Yes, fuck, yes,” Micah answers, moving his hips faster.
