Page 37 of Spiteful Lies

His walk is sexy and confident as he proves he’s in control. I moan as he stands over me and strips off his clothes. His heavy cock bounces between his strong thighs as he kneels down.

Pierce then rocks back on his heels and pulls his T-shirt off. Grinning, I openly watch him strip because we all know he likes an audience. I’m not shy about watching his cock when he pulls off his knit boxers. I lick my lips in approval at his generous size. Waiting and wanting, I look at Bryce, and he gives me a quick kiss before pulling off his own clothes. Naked, he sits beside me, and if I turned my head, his perfect cock would be in my face. Staring into his eyes, I stick out my tongue and lick the fluid off the tip.

“You want to run off to Justin now?” he challenges me with a smirk.

“No, but I wish he was here with us.” I wiggle my hips against the floor. “Maybe next time?” The suggestion is out in the open, and I’ll see what they’ll do. But right now, I only care about being fucked.

Wyatt’s rough hand parts my smooth thighs as his fingers slowly slip back inside me. Moaning, I close my eyes and lift my hips as the sated feeling flows over me. And while he pumps me with his finger, his thumb draws lines over my clit. I raise my hips even higher and ride his hand shamelessly.

Pierce’s hand touches my stomach then slides up toward my breasts. “You’ll like this,” he smiles wickedly, then lowers his head. “It’s impossible to resist you, especially when you’re like this.” I let out a low moan as his fingers squeeze my tight nipples, already hard from Wyatt’s touch. I can barely keep focus as Wyatt adds another finger in my soaked pussy.

I move to touch Bryce’s thigh, but he grips my wrists easily with one hand and holds them over my head. His grip is firm but not painful. “Relax, this is about you,” he whispers, “We’ll make you feel good. We’ll make you forget all the bad things.” I let out a moan as he lowers his mouth onto my other breast. His tongue runs over my pointed nipple, moving around it. I lose myself as I’m being stroked in three places.

Pierce places his mouth hungrily on my other breast while Wyatt’s fingers continue to please me. I can hardly breathe from all the goose bumps racing over my skin. It’s what I want, the three of them getting along, but I had no idea it would be like this.

Wyatt’s fingers pause, and heated up, I push myself down onto them, completely unashamed of my need. I no longer care if that door flies open and off its hinges. I want them each so badly. And I want them to always want me.

Pierce moves and holds my chin in his fingers as his tongue enters my mouth. He swirls it around mine as my chest rises and falls. His erection bobs against my thigh as he kisses me, and I squirm to touch him, but Bryce still firmly holds my hands. I want so desperately to touch.

I slip my hands out of Bryce’s grip. He’s too caught up to stop me. Gradually, I reach out and touch hot skin. My heart pounds as my fingers close around a stiff cock, but I don’t look down; instead I play a game. I shut my eyes and slowly stroke it with my hand. The tight, wet skin slides in my palm. I try to guess who it belongs to by the moan. Suddenly, Pierce tries to pull back, but I suck his tongue hard into my mouth, wrapping my other arm around his head.

My hand is swiftly taken off his cock, and the tip touches my lips. Pierce stares down on me, his chest rising as sweat beads his forehead. His expression is pleading, and I’ve never seen him like this before. Watching him, I open my mouth and let him stick his hot cock in it. I take in his inches as he closes his eyes and moans.

Hands firmly push my knees apart, and a head moves between my thighs; an eager tongue licks at my wetness and tastes every part of me. I’m too busy to look down, so I reach with my other hand. I expect to feel Wyatt’s tight curls, but the hair is soft and silky. I stroke Bryce’s hair as he eats me out.

Finally, they let me go, and I lie on the floor, panting. My legs are splayed open as the sensations in my body calm the fuck down. But my pussy is still pulsing. I sigh. “I need to feel a dick inside me now.”

When they lunge forward, I wish I hadn’t said that out loud. Three powerful bodies move toward me quickly, and for a second, I think I’ll be torn apart. The startled look on my face stops them, and they instantly slow down. But Wyatt reaches me first, and ever possessive, he stares the other two down. Pierce looks ready to fight, but Bryce tugs him back. I don’t like it when they fight, but I’ll admit it—a thrill shoots through my belly as Wyatt tugs me into his arms.

For a moment, he pauses and glances at the other two. Wyatt changes position and lies on his back, pulling me onto his flat stomach. The position makes it clear that he’s willing to share. He smiles sheepishly at me. “I’m doing this for you. I want you that much.”

He doesn’t know that saying that makes me want him even more. I squat over him like an animal in heat, lowering my pussy down onto his rock-hard cock. I let gravity pull my body down and throw my head back as he pushes into me. Panting, I work his inches into me.

Oh fuck; cock in me always feels so good. Bryce pushes into me from behind with slow, steady strokes. Wyatt grips my thighs while Bryce holds onto my waist. They find a rhythm that makes me wetter and move inside me as my head floats away. I can’t remember a time when I ever hated them. I moan with each filling stroke.

Pierce kisses my lips, and I reach for him, stroking his hard dick in my hand. He stands, holding his hard dick in his hand, and I lift my head, opening my mouth and licking his velvety tip.

“I fucking love the way you taste,” I whisper.

He smiles. “Fuck, I love that dirty mouth. You’re beautiful.”

I feel sweaty, hot, and a complete mess, but I look into his eyes as I swirl my tongue over him. Pierce pulls my head closer and groans as he fucks my mouth. Every part of me is claimed, and my body shakes as the tingles of pleasure rush over my skin.

It has to work. I’ll make it work. I need them all.

“Yes! Fuck me harder,” I pant, “Make me all yours.”

Bryce’s pace quickens, and he feels heavy inside me as Wyatt stiffens up. I squeeze my muscles and move faster, spurring them on. Sweat drips off them and onto me as our bodies overwhelm us. Pierce moves away first, and his face contorts as he works his cock with one hand. His thick cum spurts out, and I open my mouth, catching some on my tongue while the rest drips down my breasts.

My orgasm builds as my pussy pounds against Wyatt’s stiffening cock. I can’t take anymore, and I shudder with release as I cum. Bryce shouts, pulling out of me quickly as his hot juices flow down my back. Wyatt grabs my hips and pulls me down to the ground. Quickly, he climbs over me, and holding his trembling cock, coats my stomach with his cum.

I lie there, panting and covered, as they eye each other suspiciously. Stupid me. I thought I could bring them together, but it’s still a contest. They may have taken my heart with cum, love, and sweat. But in the end, each of them is still trying to mark his territory on my body.

Chapter 26

Astrid

I sit at my desk in my dorm room and stare out the window at the campus below. My chest is pressed so tightly against the sharp corner of wood that it hurts, but I don’t move. I wait and watch for my mother to show up, and my insides are fluttering with happiness to see her again, but my gut is sinking down with dread.

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