Page 55 of Die for You

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“Stroke us, Rory.” Knox drops his fist from his cock, and Damien does the same.

Finn’s hands grip my thighs, anchoring me in place. I’m not getting off his face until he lets me. His tongue swirls around my clit and laps up my wetness, but his movements are slow, leisurely. Keeping me building to the edge but never pushing me over.

Hesitantly, I reach out to wrap my hands around Damien and Knox. Both of their cocks are hot and hard against my palms, and I do my best to circle my fingers around the wide girth of them.

Damien hisses through his teeth, and Knox lets out a throaty groan as I stroke down the length of them to the base.

Damien’s hand envelops mine on his cock, guiding me to pump him faster as he tips his head back, eyes closed. Knox bites his lip, gaze never leaving mine. He likes it slow and tight.

The hairs on the back of my neck rise as I imagine the different speeds and ways they’ll fuck me.

When Finn nips at my clit, I yelp. “Oh my god,Finn!”

His name on my lips earns me a reward. His tongue rubs at my clit harder, faster. The muscles in my thighs tighten, heatblooming low in my belly. I’ve never come so fast, not even alone, but the orgasm is rushing toward me?—

“In your mouth,” Knox growls.

He doesn’t give me a chance to accept or decline before he’s nudging his tip at my mouth. Slowly, I draw my tongue over my lips, and he tracks every inch of movement.

When I finally part them for him, he caresses my cheek. “Good girl.”

No one gives praise better than Knox Rockefeller.

His cock, hot and rock-hard, slides slowly over my tongue, like he has all the time in the world to linger inside my mouth. Panic drums in my chest at the near-instant strain of my jaw around him. I’m not sure my jaw will be able to hold out long enough for him to come, let alone all three of them.

I need to make him come. Fast.

But Finn’s tongue between my legs is distracting me. I can’t tell if the stinging tears are from the strain of my jaw around Knox’s cock or Finn’s tongue drawing unprecedented pleasure from me.

With one hand, I pump Damien fast, and with the other, I hold the base of Knox’s cock, preventing him from making me swallow every inch. I bob my head fast, stopping about halfway to avoid gagging.

He groans, breaths rattling as his cock grows slick with saliva. “That’s our good fucking girl, Aurora.”

“She promised the sloppiest head of your life,” Damien drawls. “I hope that goes for all three of us.”

“If this is any indication”—Knox lets out a throaty groan that makes my toes curl—“it will.”

My lips fight to smile around his cock at the praise, but my mouth is too full of him. I swirl my tongue around his tip, and then slide my mouth back down. The vein on the underside of his shaft gives an unexpected throb, and I gasp.

“That’s it, baby. Just likethat.” Knox’s hand fists in my hair, guiding my movements.

His cock drives into my mouth harder, faster, and I start to pant around him. Finn laps at my clit likes he’s desperate to taste me, and my heart hammers, the pleasure climbing, climbing?—

Finn’s lips wrap around my clit and he sucks.Hard.

I lose all control of my limbs, my mouth, as a tsunami of pleasure crashes over me. I cry out around Knox’s cock, but he only uses the opportunity to fuck my mouth harder. All I can do is let them use me as my muscles melt into a puddle, Finn’s tongue stroking me through every wave.

“Fuck, that’s beautiful.” Knox’s hushed voice is awestruck.

“She’s never sounded so pretty,” Damien agrees, pumping into my hand. “You’ll need to come for us every night, angel.”

My throbbing clit is so sensitive, I whimper and try to push off Finn’s face. But he keeps me anchored in place, movements of his tongue eventually slowing to let me come down from my orgasm. Jesus, how long is he going to stay down there?

“He wants another,” Damien explains.

“I’m so fucking close now, Rory,” Knox warns me, breathless as he pumps inside my mouth faster. “I want to watch you come all night. That’s the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen.”

“I’m next,” Damien growls. And I take it for the warning it is.