Page 29 of Psycho Sinners

Something that would undoubtedly be my fault if he did.

I wanted to bite his junk off for daring to call me such filth, but then the vibration returned to my clit, making me tremble. Fuck the pair of them for this.

As much as I wanted to hate Julian, he knew what he was doing, grazing the bullet vibe over me and making me quiver, my body disobeying and finding pleasure despite everything.

I’d always liked things rough, but this was a whole other level.

This was force.

A soft moan rippled up my throat unconsciously, being yanked from me with those damn vibrations, and Cristian hissed.

“Does our little kitten like getting used? Being my little toy?” Cristian’s hand fisted even tighter in my hair, threatening to pull it out.

“I think she does, even though she knows she should hate it.” Julian’s chuckle coursed down my spine as he slid the vibe down to touch me with his fingers. “Yeah, she’s fucking dripping.”

I tried to growl or make any sound of disgust, but the soft rumble that struggled up my throat could’ve been mistaken for a whimper or moan instead.

Julian returned the vibe to my clit, and Cristian’s thrust grew more impatient, slamming into the back of my throat as he held my head. I choked and gagged, wondering how mad he’d be if I threw up all over his damn cock.

“Fuck!”

Just when I thought I was going to fail and puke, he pulled out, allowing me to gasp in raspy breaths.

Warm cum splattered on my tits as Cristian shuddered before me, pumping the last of his load as he lolled his head back.

“Damn, when she uses her tongue…” He let out a wry chuckle before moving his dick in front of my face. “Now clean up your mess, kitten.”

I glared at him through teary eyes, the near choking having made my eyes a mess. Even my nose was runny, but I dared not sniffle for fear they’d think I was weak.

“Clean it,” he demanded, his voice low as he reminded me of his blade. As if I could forget.

I swallowed, my pride long since washed away in the gutter as I leaned forward and darted my tongue out.

His cum was salty and thick, a taste I’d grown used to over the years of blow-jobs for partners, although they all had a slightly unique taste. As much as I wanted to bite Cristian’s dick clean off, his wasn’t as bad as I’d have thought.

“That’s right, that’s a good girl,” Cristian cooed as he stroked my hair. “Such a good slut.”

I gritted my teeth before lapping up the last of his climax, his dick twinging like a happy little puppy at my attention.

“Jules, want a turn?”

Julian didn’t need to be asked twice as Cristian stepped aside, and my stomach dropped as Julian undid his pants, the vibration leaving my clit. I hated to admit that I’d been focusing on the sensations to avoid dealing with the assault in my mouth.

They pooled around his ankles as he moved before me, and I just stared at his dick.

Were all the brothers blessed with nice-sized dicks? Julian’s was a little crooked, curving to the side a bit, but there was no way in hell I was going to comment on that.

I just wanted to be done with all of this.

“Open wide, pyro. It’s my turn.”

I did as asked, reminding myself that a month wasn’t really that long.

Although, right now, it felt like it was going to be an eternity.

Julian eased his dick into my mouth, hissing at the sensation.

“I want tongue, don’t skimp out on me,” he grunted, and I flicked my tongue over the underside of his dick like a wretched little puppet.

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