Page 57 of Die for You
Finn smacks my ass with both hands, the sound sharp and echoing. I wince, the pain somehow pleasurable. There will undoubtedly be handprints on my skin tomorrow.
I want their marks all over me.
“I’m gonna come.” Damien’s grip on my hair tightens, pain lancing from my skull as he buries his cock inside my mouth.
An unexpected spurt of hot cum hits my throat, but he doesn’t stop thrusting as he spills inside me, his piercings scraping against my tongue. I whimper as I struggle to swallow, try to fight every gag. Damien squeezes my jaw, forcing me to take every drop.
When he finally drags his cock from my mouth, relief washes over me. My jaw still aches, but now it’s a dull ache instead of a sharp strain.
A trail of cum follows Damien’s cock. He tsks. “All of it, angel.”
With his thumb, he pushes the cum past my lips. The gesture is so obscene, so demeaning?—
I wrap my lips around his thumb and suck. I’ll be their angel for as long as they want me.
Finn’s mouth leaves my pussy. My hands tremble, arms and legs weak. I’m not sure I’ll be able to stand.
But I don’t get a chance to find out before Finn flips me onto my back. I yelp.
All three of them hover over me, Damien and Knox looming in their masks as they stand on the mattress, and Finn’s body crushing mine beneath his.
“Is this the part where you fuck me?” I whisper. I cling to the delicious muscles on his biceps. I’m not sure I can handle any more, but I’m willing to find out.
Finn shakes his head, and my chest squeezes with disappointment.
“You’re not going to fuck me?”
They asked if that’s what I want. Now, that’s what I want more than anything.
Damien’s dark chuckle floats out. “Not yet, baby. You’re going to need a lot of preparation for that.”
I’m not sure I like the sound of that. Or maybe I love it.
He and Knox keep pumping their cocks as Finn straightens, crawling up my body until his legs are straddling my head. I’m frozen, trapped beneath him.
His hand slides into his joggers and finally unsheathes his cock. The pounding of my heart renews.
Finn is just as long and hard as the other Devils, his tip already glistening with precum. His curves up at the head, like it was designed to hit that spot inside me that will make me scream.
His piercing blue eyes devour me as he fists his cock, dragging his hand over his length, slow inch by slow inch. His gaze communicates exactly what he wants to say to me.Brace yourself. I’m not taking it easy on you either.
I grin, and a cocky smirk lifts one side of Finn’s mouth.
“Give me everything,” I breathe.
The smirk slips away, eyelids drooping as he reaches off the bed and slides his mask on, concealing his face. A chill curls down my spine. I can’t put my finger on it, but there’s something about a masked man on top of me, staring down at me as he brings his cock to my lips that makes my toes curl with anticipation.
Finn parts my lips with his cock. I draw in as deep a breath as I can as he drags his cock over my tongue, his taste already slightly salty with his precum.
He takes his time sliding in, unhinging my jaw more as he goes deeper and deeper. Tears sting again, and I don’t think I’ll have any left after tonight.
Deep from his throat, Finn emits a guttural groan. My thighs squeeze, trying to relieve the ache building there.
Knox drops to his knees, the mattress shifting with his movements. He keeps stroking his cock as his other hand slides between my legs, brushing over my clit.
I moan around Finn’s cock, and Knox groans. “She’s soaking the bed.”
“Fuck,” Damien hisses.
