Page 138 of Scars Run Deep

As I pulled my mouth from his, I looked to see Jonah had stepped up behind him. He opened Asher’s jeans and yanked them all the way off.

Then he spit on two of his fingers and started working them into his ass.

Holy hell.

I could feel myself dripping down my thighs.

I grasped Asher’s cock and jerked him roughly, then lapped at the blood on his chest, relishing the coppery tang on my tongue.

He cursed and grabbed the back of my head, jerking me tight to his chest as he rumbled, “Teeth, little beast.” He reached back and dug his fingers into Jonah’s wrist, then rammed his fingers harder and faster into his ass.

“Yeah, Ash,” Jonah groaned. “Wanna watch you destroy her cunt while I finger-fuck your hot ass.”

Asher’s eyes flamed.

They darted behind me and then Killian was there easing me off the wall a little so he could slip in behind me. He reached around and dragged his fingers through my folds, moaning when they were drenched in moments.

He drew away all too soon, but then I felt a prod at my asshole. “Mmm,” he breathed at my ear. “Using your cunt juices as lube to take your tight little ass, darlin’.”

“Oh, fuck,” I gasped as he eased in deeper, stretching me open.

“Yeah, you feel my piercings scraping oh-so fucking good?”

“Yes! More! Please, more!”

“Fucking right,” Asher said, a second before he grabbed my hips, hooked my leg over his thigh, then thrust inside me in one brutal go.

It pulled Killian’s cock almost all the way out of my ass, right to the head, making me feel the burn of the stretch, before he then plunged back in, way deeper than before.

With Asher’s cock now buried balls deep in my pussy, that was a hell of a lot to take. It had me screaming out, overwhelmed and caught between pleasure and pain.

When they started alternating their thrusts, it became so much more, driving me higher and higher. I was jerking my hips back and forth wildly, lost to it, lost to them, the three of us moving in concert.

A sucking sound pulled my attention to Jonah who had slid his fingers out of Asher’s ass and was now licking them clean. Well, devouring them, swirling his tongue, then fucking his own throat with them.

Asher shifted his weight, removing a hand, that Killian then replaced with his own to help hold me up as they continued to fuck me like the animals they were.

I watched through my rapidly building delirium to see Asher using that free hand to latch onto Jonah’s wrist and drag him beside him. He slowed his thrusts, then took Jonah’s cock and slicked the shaft with my juices.

“Fuck. Fuck me,” I cried out as the head rolled over my clit again and again, teasing the hell out of me.

There was so much stimulation that I couldn’t see straight.

“I think you can take more,” I was vaguely aware of Asher saying before I felt additional pressure at my pussy.

I jolted as I looked down to see Asher helping Jonah to ease his cock inside, rubbing up against Asher’s already buried deep.

“Shit,” Killian breathed, digging his nails into my ass, his thrusts slowing to a sensual rock as he watched them over my shoulder. “I’m not gonna last now, you fucks.”

“You’re not gonna?” Jonah said with a strained chuckle. “I’ve got Psycho’s monster cock grinding the fuck out of mine, a hot little cunt strangling me, and your pierced fuck stick teasing the living hell out of me.”

I burst out laughing.

I could feel Killian’s grin against my cheek. Jonah laughed too. Asher was smiling, his whole face lit up.

“Oh my God,” I panted through my labored laughter. “So full. It’s so full. Shit.”

“Does it burn, sweetheart?” Asher asked, his smile turning to that sadistic smirk.

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