Page 88 of Craving Consequences

“Quiet, little toy,” Lachlan croons. “You have no choice.”

Breathing ragged in my ear, Van turns his face, nuzzles my cheek and whispers, “Lach’s turn to use you, pretty doll.”

I whimper.

My whole body quakes, raw and slick, and sore, but the moment Van withdraws, and I feel his cum slide free, something stirs in me. It ignites a fresh flame that waits eagerly for me to get mounted again.

“Show me,” Lachlan commands, replacing Van between my legs. He’s nearly obscured in the hard dusk settling over the clearing, but twin lights flare on as Van finds his and Lachlan’s phones and flips the flashlights on, casting soft halos of light around us. “Spread your pussy and show me your dirty cunt. Show me what you let my best friend do to you.”

It shouldn’t turn me on the way they talk to me, but it does. It’s insane and makes no sense because if Bron called my cunt dirty, called me a filthy doll to use and take his cum, I would be appalled and disgusted.

But the way Lachlan is watching me with a clawing hunger and pride so bright it’s blinding, all I want to do is please them.

Still, I hesitate a second before folding my knees to my chest and showing him.

“Look at that mess,” he shakes his head slowly as if disappointed, but his eyes gleam as he runs his fingers throughthe glob coming out of me. “Your little hole is so swollen and stretched, yet you’re so fucking greedy for more.”

Giving me no chance to respond, he hooks strong hands under me and flips me over. I’m repositioned on my knees, ass raised, face pressed into the fabric that now smells of sex and sweat. The remains of my dress are torn away from me and chucked aside.

“Please,” I pant.

He slaps my ass. The sting is beautiful and painful as it rips through me. “Please what?”

I shudder. “I want your cum.”

He lines the head of his cock to my entrance. He drags the shaft through Van’s mess, coating himself with Van’s seed.

“You’re going to take every inch of me,” his head breaks through, “and you’re going to thank me for it.”

I can’t even formulate words as he sinks home. My mouth opens in a silent cry as he descends forever into my used body. The stretch is brutal. I’m already so sensitive. The nerves scream, torn between wanting more and begging him to stop.

Yet...

God, help me, but I crave it. I need that sharp pain laced with pleasure that curls my toes.

“That’s it,” he praises softly. “That’s my good girl. Still so fucking tight.”

His hands settle on my hips, firm in his command, relentless as he rocks deeper. Reflexively, my knees slip apart, giving him room to use me.

“We’re going to stretch you,” he tells me between pants, between slams of his hips. “You’re going to take both cocks in here at the same time, but not tonight.”

The thought has my channel seizing. Has me leaking and bucking back to meet every pump.

“Promise?”

It’s reckless and dangerous, especially knowing this is our final time together, but the plea escapes without permission and even Lachlan doesn’t catch my mistake.

His fingers twist up in my hair and I’m dragged up into his lap. My back to his chest.

“Open your mouth, sweetheart.”

Van appears before me and I know my task before he says a word.

I take his cock between my fingers and bring it to my mouth.

“Good girl,” he purrs, long fingers stroking through my hair. “Clean your mess off.”

I have never given oral, but I’ve read a million filthy books and feel semi confident enough to tackle the task.

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