Page 89 of Light My Fire Three Times
The warmth fills me, sets me off again, another broken orgasm wracking me.
Leo’s rhythm falters, his grip on my hips bruising. “Take it, Olivia, take it…”
He pushes as deep as he can, shuddering as he empties himself inside me, filling me to the brim. The pressure of both their releases spilling into me makes me whimper, overstimulated, undone.
Karl yanks free of my mouth, stroking himself furiously over my face. “Open wide, sweetheart. Show me.”
I can barely hold myself up, but I obey, lips parting, tongue out. He groans, hot and thick as he paints my tongue, my lips, my cheeks. I moan at the taste, at the filth of it, at the way Jesse and Leo’s cum is already leaking down my thighs.
All three of them, on me, in me, claiming me.
Jesse pulls me back against his chest, panting, kissing my shoulder like he can’t stop. Leo strokes my hair, presses his lips to my temple. Karl tilts my chin up, smirking as he smears his cum across my cheek with his thumb.
“Look at you,” Karl murmurs, low and wicked. “Covered in us. Ruined for anyone else.”
Leo joins in. “Ours.”
And Jesse growls against my skin, possessive, spent but still hungry. “All fucking ours.”
CHAPTER THIRTY
Karl
DECEMBER 5TH
She’s wrecked.
And I mean wrecked.
Liv slumped against Jesse. It’s as if her bones forgot how to work, hair stuck to her damp face, body trembling fast. She’s covered in us, sweat, cum, and damn if she isn’t the prettiest mess I’ve ever seen.
And yeah, maybe I should be gloating right now. I should be leaning back, smug as hell, telling her how filthy she looked with my cock down her throat. That’s the kind of shit I usually say.
But instead? I grab the towel she dropped earlier and start cleaning her up.
Yeah, yeah… I can already hear Jesse snickering about it in his head. Big bad Karl, wiping her down. Acting as some kind of fucking gentleman. But guess what? Someone’s gotta do it. She gave us everything, and I’ll be damned if I let her sit there dripping in the aftermath.
She twitches when I run the towel between her thighs, gasps. She’s too sensitive even to breathe.
“Easy, sweetheart,” I murmur, softer than I mean to. Christ, I sound like Leo. “You did so damn good for us.”
And it’s true. She did. She took all three of us and begged for more. Sweet little Liv, the girl who always plays politely, letting us tear her apart. Just thinking about it makes my cock twitch again, which is fucked, because she can barely keep her eyes open.
Leo’s got her hand, thumb stroking her knuckles. Jesse’s glued to her shoulder, whispering whatever filthy worship he’s got stored up in that mouth of his. And me? I’m the one making sure she doesn’t feel like a sticky mess when she finally passes out.
When I’m done, I toss the towel aside and tilt her chin up. Her lips are red, swollen, spit-slick from me, and she still tries to smile, which kills me.
“You with us, Liv?” I ask.
She nods, barely, and then her hand comes up, shaky but stubborn, and grabs my wrist. She’s not letting me go.
Fuck.
That tiny little move wrecks me worse than watching her scream on Jesse’s cock.
I press my mouth to her forehead, linger there longer than I probably should. “Good girl,” I murmur, the words slipping out without the usual bite. “We’ve got you.”
And yeah, I mean it. Not as a tease. Not as a taunt. As a promise.
