Page 87 of Craving Consequences

Lachlan smirks and kisses me. “Just what a good girl she is.”

Van slams up, closing the distance between us. Filling me completely. Stretching me so wide I’m gasping as my body struggles to take him.

“Too much!” I pant, and both men chuckle.

“No, baby,” Van kisses my gaping mouth, “It’s perfect. You’re fucking perfect.”

Lachlan pinches my clit, rolls it between his fingers with just enough pain to have my head fall back and my body seize. My nails claw down Van’s back as his friend releases the helpless nub and flicks it.

“Our messy little girl,” he drawls into my jaw. “So responsive. Will you be this loud in church if I slip my hand under your pretty dress?”

I sob helplessly, words a foreign concept when all I know is the building heat of Van’s driving thrusts, his grinding pelvis. The depths ... God, the depths he keeps pounding to. It’s so deep that the pressure is pure agony while Lachlan only makes that pain so sweet.

“You hear that?” he goes on, voice dipping into that mocking territory that makes my muscles clench. “That wet sound every time Van sinks deep inside you? That’s your sweet cunt begging for more. It wants to get railed and abused.”

Van pulls back, then slams forward to prove his friend’s point. The attack wrenches a guttural cry from my chest.

“Made for this,” Van pants. “Made for our cocks. Our cum. Made to be used ... Fuck, Lach, she’s so wet.”

“Our dirty little toy,” Lachlan agrees.

Van pumps faster. Harder. His fingers are at my hips, digging bruises into my flesh as he takes me with ruthless madness.

“Van!”

He falls on me. Hands fisting in my hair, dragging my head back as he snarls, “My pretty doll.”

Even with his hand squished between our grinding bodies, Lachlan doesn’t stop. He rubs harder, matching his friend’s vicious pumps. Like this, fully pinned and immobile, I can’t think. I can’t breathe.

Van is everywhere.

Above me.

Inside me.

All around me.

He’s stealing and taking, and consuming, and using me while Lachlan helps him destroy me. Helping him drag me to the cliff.

“Oh God ... wait...”

“No!” Van’s voice is fractured slivers of heat. “Cum on my cock.”

My head thrashes wildly side to side as my body rises under him. Meeting him. Needing him to keep hitting that spot.

“I’m ... Oh God, please ... don’t...”

My words scatter, vanish under the howl of something bursting free. My limbs seize, back arching as Van holds me down, forces me to keep taking everything while Lachlan demands I fall.

“Cum, Everly,” Van snarls. “Be a good girl and fucking cum!”

I do.

With a scream that rips from the very center of my soul, I shatter. My body spasms violently around Van’s cock as he slams in deep and stays. Hot, sticky ropes of cum spray up inside me, drenching my walls, spilling free from the ring that seals our bodies. There’s so much it dribbles down my ass crack to soak the blanket.

And still he twitches, expelling every drop while Lachlan is still at my clit. Pressing and rolling my helpless bud.

“Too much. I can’t—”

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