Page 90 of Penance

I stare at the two men on the bed.

Both of them now rock hard, the undeniable evidence is in each of their hands, boxers discarded. Huxley tugs lightly on the piercing in his tip. I bite my lip, my heart hammers against my breastbone so hard it feels like my ribs are curling into it every time I inhale.

Max sits up first, his turquoise eyes shining brightly in the soft glow of lilac. He scoots forward until he’s sitting before me. His legs hanging over the low footboard, his big hands on his thighs. He cocks his head, a soft smile on his face as his eyes rake over me. His muscular thighs spread, his thick length bobbing between us.

I shiver, Kacey’s fingers dipping lower, Max’s moving to my waist. His fingers brush over Kacey’s as he glides his big hands beneath my loose t-shirt. Sliding up my body until my breasts are engulfed in his hot hands. I groan, my eyes slipping closed. My head dropping back against Kacey’s chest, directly over the initial I carved there. Kacey slips his hands down my shorts, his hands on my thighs as the material passes over us, letting them pool around my ankles. Max lifts my t-shirt, both men working together to gently work my wounded hand free. But that’s where it ends. The softness and gentleness vanish like it never existed as my t-shirt hits the floor.

Kacey grabs hold of me. His hands cinching my waist, pinching the soft skin, he heaves me up, dropping me down onto Max’s naked lap. My eyes go over his shoulder, Huxley propped up against the headboard, one arm still folded behind his head. A smug smirk on his lips, heat in his gaze, he shoots me a wink and I feel my arousal drip from me straight onto Max’s throbbing cock.

When I glance back at him, his eyes focused on the space between us, I know he sees it,feelsit. My cheeks heat, my gaze dropping, eyes sliding shut, I steady my breath.

“God, you’re so fucking perfect,” he rasps quietly. One hand coming up to pinch my chin between his finger and thumb, forcing me to look at him. “I want you to ride my dick, Princess,” he informs me gruffly, a dark chuckle escaping him.

Max urges me up. Lifting onto my knees, my hand on his shoulder, steadying myself. I lick my lips, nervous energy rushing through me as his hot dick is flush with my core. Using his hold on me, he works me over his length, his hard cock slipping and sliding between my wet folds, I groan as he bumps my clit. His grip on my waist tightening, he moves me faster, electricity pulses through me. My head dropping forward as he uses me to coat his dick with my wetness, never pushing in.

“Max,” I moan.

Everything he’s doing to me has me panting harder and faster, my core tightening as he glides me over his cock.

“You need something, Princess?” he chuckles.

I groan as his thick cock finally nudges at my entrance.

“Yes,” I hiss, the sound barely making its way through my teeth.

“Yeah?” he mocks, making me want to punch his front teeth down his throat.

“Yes!” I screech as he mercilessly slams his way home.

I can feel him in my goddamn throat as he thrusts me down on his cock, my breath rushing out of me. Between my heat and his thick length, I could come already.

“Jesus fuck,” Max hisses, his head thrown back, his grip on me crushing. “You feel so fucking good, baby.”

Using my grip on his shoulder, I rise up, leaving just the tip inside me before dropping back down. He grunts as I do it over and over. My walls sucking and pulling at his length as I slam myself down onto him.

Kacey steps around the side of the bed, my attention snapping to him. He watches me with hunger as he too, slips his boxers down his thick thighs. I watch enraptured as he fists his cock, squeezing the base, flicking the metal bar through his tip. Then he’s nudging his free fist against Huxley’s knee, prompting him into action. Huxley jumps off the bed, stepping up behind me, my pace slows. Max’s eyes snap open, starting to grind up into me. I twist my head, turning to face my caramel skinned demon.

Huxley strokes my face, thumbing my bottom lip, he drops his mouth to mine. His tongue sliding effortlessly into my mouth, his tongue bar clinking against my teeth as he caresses my tongue, his lips massaging mine. His hand in my hair, fingers kneading my skull, I relax into him. The unmistakable click of a bottle has my eyes snapping open. Huxley’s lips still attached to mine, I watch Kacey step up beside us, his huge body casting the three of us in complete shadow.

Max continues to grind up into me, his pace slow, but deep. My insides all twisting, heat licking my skin, a thin sheen of sweat slowly working its way across my body. Huxley pulls back, my swollen lips already greedy for the return of his. Kacey smirks at me, his face reading nothing but savage intent as he presses a soft kiss to my lips.

“You’re hurting, Sweetheart,” he whispers against my mouth, my eyes flicking between his caring amber orbs. “But you’re going to take us all, aren’t you, baby girl.”

It’s not a question.

My core tightens in answer, Max grunts and then everyone’s moving all at once. Max’s back drops flat to the mattress, his arms banding around me, his tongue plunging into my mouth. He nips and sucks at my lips, my tongue licking into his mouth. He spreads his thighs further apart, making me flatten against him as my legs are drawn further apart. My thigh muscles burning. Max’s hands hold my face, another pair of warm palms flattening on my shoulder blades. Fingers dragging torturously slowly down my spine. Long fingers gripping handfuls of my arse, spreading me wide. I gasp into Max’s mouth as cold liquid hits my arse, dripping down onto Max beneath me. A shiver working its way through the both of us, I press my face into his chest. Huxley’s hands massaging the globes of my arse, his thumbs in my crack, pulling me apart.

I hiss through my teeth as his steel cock slides effortlessly between my cheeks. The cold metal of his piercing like ice against my heated skin, the lube making it even colder. His cock slippery and cool, he rocks against me. His hands still firmly on my cheeks, Max’s on my face. Kacey’s palm lands on the base of my spine, his thick fingers splayed.

“Be a good girl, Kyla-Rose,” he grunts, my eyes flicking over my shoulder.

The angle I’m at, I can’t see anything, but I can feel exactly what his intention is when his slick thumb thrusts unceremoniously into my arse.

“Jesusfuck!” I shout at the sudden intrusion.

Lurching forward, my tits in Max’s face, Huxley’s grip tightening on my spread cheeks. Kacey’s thumb twisting ever deeper, he works it into me. my pussy clamping down onto Max so hard, he squirms beneath me.

“Christ, Lala, stay still,” he hisses between his teeth before biting down on my nipple.

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