Page 133 of Burn It Down

“Shit, darlin’, you like having your cunt abused by Ash, don’t you? You’re clenching so hard around my cock. Gonna fucking milk me dry,” Killian rasped.

“Getting throat-fucked gets her off too, Pretty,” Jonah said, proving it as he batted Killian’s hand from my hair, then angled me by a hand on my throat so he could stab into my throat with his big dick.

I was so full everywhere, I could barely see straight.

They were owning me in every way.

And I couldn’t get enough.

I was riding Asher’s cock like a maniac, fucking back on Killian, and forcing Jonah’s cock deeper down my throat, wanting to give them every fucking thing.

Pleasure built to a crescendo and then I exploded, coming all over Asher’s cock.

“Fuck, yeah, that’s it, shatter all over us,” he growled, his slaps to my pussy coming harder and faster, and making me scream out around Jonah’s cock as I just kept coming and coming, twisting and bucking in their hold.

I grazed Jonah’s dick with my teeth in the process and he roared and then spurted down my throat, pulling out and spraying my cheeks too.

It set Asher off, he leaned forward and licked the cum off my cheeks, then dug his fingers into my hips and came inside me, pumping and pumping, filling me to the brim.

A curse sounded from Killian and then hot liquid spilled into my ass.

I couldn’t believe it, but the dual sensation of them coming inside me had me shrieking and convulsing, completely out of control, as I came again.

“Jesus Christ,” Asher choked as I clenched down so hard around his cock.

“Fuck me,” Killian panted as he pulled from my ass.

Asher lifted me off his cock, then placed me on my back beside him.

Jonah disappeared for a moment as Asher and Killian stroked me, soothing me after all the intensity.

And then I looked to see Jonah back with a cloth, then cleaning me off.

“Incredible,” Asher breathed into my hair as he and Killian eased me under the covers.

The three of them climbed into bed with me, wrapping themselves all around me, stroking and telling me how beautiful and sexy I was, how much they loved me.

And I fell asleep basking in it, in them.

In us and what we’d built together.

25

~Jonah~

“He was doing what?” I asked Lance, sipping at my coffee as I leaned against the wall while the six of us were going over every little detail of the plan to take the Monroe Estate.

Lance had looked into my father’s claims over the last few days and he’d gotten confirmation on a bunch of things earlier this morning.

Because this was a dead-zone, he’d had to travel several miles beyond the safehouse for a few hours each day to be able to communicate with all his assets and plants.

I’d managed to jerry-rig an internet connection, but it was a lot weaker than what we were used to, so it had been trying, to say the least.

But the inconveniences were worth it to stay off the radar and avoid detection from our enemies right now. We couldn’t risk another attack, or it could compromise our ability to go all in with our own—our final stand that would decimate both the Infidels and the Heretics in one fell swoop.

Lance answered, telling me, “Reed had been working for the last couple of years to leave the Head Infidels behind. He’d been funneling money to an offshore, building a nest egg to get out. He was even the one recently who’d disrupted several arms deals, even murdering contacts Carson and Samuel had made, just so they wouldn’t be able to go through with it.”

“Yeah, he said he wasn’t on board with it.”

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