Page 118 of Stutter

I drop my smirk before lifting my gaze to find Sabrina’s green cat eyes on me. I’m sad to see the only pink she’s wearing is her leather gloves. I arch a brow in her direction, having lost Shadow to the trees.

“You did this, didn’t you?”

I blink, my heart stopping in my chest, my eyes bounce between hers and then up at her beau, back to hers.

“If he did this to you… if Simon were the one…”

I get it. It’s hard to fathom someone so soft-spoken andnicelike Simon could have done something so disgusting to those poor girls… They all hid so well, didn’t they? Each motherfucker that made me like this, that took pleasure in hearing me scream and beg, that broke my bones, my brain, that took away my voice – they hid in plain fucking sight.

I slowly blink up at her… and smirk.

With a soft gasp, she turns, and takes my hand in hers, really grasping it. “Good.” She says. We watch the gravediggers begin to shovel the snow and soil over Simon’s coffin in silence. She squeezes my hand as Jonas joins us.

And my heart starts beating again.

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I wake up sideways to that glorious sensation of Damon thrusting between my thighs, but this time, someone’s fingers are rubbing at my clit from behind. I can hear the shower running in the bathroom, but soon my focus is back on the fingers strumming my swollen nub, and the way Damon pumps into me so achingly slow.

“There you go, come all over Daddy Damon’s cock, baby.” Jonas encourages me, his voice in my ear, so soothing, scooting closer to me. He’s hard, his chest pressed against my naked back. Even with all those firm muscles he’s so soft and warm.

“What did I tell you about calling me that?” Damon grunts when I clench around his hard length.

“Not to call you that until you’ve fucked me.”

“Is that what you want? For me to fuck you?”

Jonas stays quiet, fingertips still tapping against my clit. “Only if I’m inside of her. I want to feel that. Would you like that baby? For Damon to fuck me while I fuck you?”

“God, yes,” I rasp out, imagining the weight of both of them on me. Where there should be jealousy, all I have is curiosity. I reach up to kiss Damon, pulling his head to mine, letting myself taste as I take his kiss, brutal and needy, turning to kiss Jonas just the same, and when I think about pulling away, Damon joins, their tongues sliding against mine. I pull away slowly, watching them kiss above me, reaching behind me to stroke Jonas’ dick and he moans into Damon’s mouth. He swallows it, stilling inside of me, gripping my thigh so roughly I almost miss when they pull away, panting.

Jonas bites his lower lip, gazing at Damon with desire in his autumn eyes. I kiss beneath his jaw. So masculine, my demigod. Even in the soft glow of my purple sleep light, I can see the chiseled structure of his features, the way his jaw ticks, the saliva Damon left behind on his lips and I want to catch it on my tongue.

I want to feel what he’s talking about.

Damon slips out of me, tapping the tip of his cock on my clit lazily, and in a silent conversation they have, I’m turned on my back, the mattress both soft and firm beneath my spine. Jonas drapes my legs over his forearms and slips into me. Moaning at how beautiful he feels inside my pussy, how splayed out I am for him, he leans to kiss me, and I lose myself in the taste of Damon on his lips and him.

“It might hurt. But I’ll make sure to open you up first.”

Jonas pulls away from my lips. “Just do it. I want that. I want to try… with you.” He moves, barely thrusting. I hear the soft ‘click’ of Jonas’ nightstand lube opening and the snap of a condom while he keeps torturing me with slow strokes, “Fuck baby. I might come before he even gets inside, you feel so fucking good.” He whines and I see Damon from over his shoulder.

But then he stops momentarily, then groans, “Oh fuck,Damon.”

“Shh, Pup. Just stretching you.”

I wish I could see what’s happening, but I’m also glad I’m right where I am. I put arms around Jonas, raking my nails down his back, loving that I graze Damon’s fingers that are splayed out over it.

“Oh fuck…” he grimaces.

“You’re doing so well, fuck yourself on my fingers while you fuck our Little Love. Take your time. I’m so hard and you’re too tight.”

His soft whines turn into moans as Damon’s praise reaches our ears, his soft kiss turning harsh. “Oh, baby, this feels so fucking good. I’m gonna go crazy. Damon, please-“

“Just one more. I need to make sure I fit. I’m not small.”

Jonas grimaces again and soon, “Oh fuck me,” he lets out a breath.

“Can you imagine it, Little Bird, I fuck Jonas while Maverick fucks you from below and you suck off our Pup?”

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