Page 111 of Forbidden Heroes

Erik pushes forward and I open for him. Moaning, I suck wetly on the head, taking all the cum I can get before sinking down the rest of his shaft until the tip hits the back of my throat. Behind me Warren fucks me like a man possessed with a singular mission.

I breathe heavily, wholly consumed with a building need to climax. Flames lick against my core and it happens so fast I’m left gasping for air.

I clutch the bedsheets so tight my knuckles turn white. I cry out around Erik’s shaft filling my mouth but he doesn’t slow. And I don’t want him to.

Someone grabs my hips. My muscles clench and ripple. Hot cum spills down my thighs. I feel myself losing control. Not that I had any to begin with. I’d be fooling myself to think I do.

Warren pounds into me, his big cock swelling, stretching me. Feeling his hands grip my ass tight is a whole other level of sensory overload.

Daemon sinks a finger past the tight ring of muscles in my ass and works me slow and steady while his friends grinds into me so hard I’m having a hard time staying upright. All of it is so overwhelming to my senses. I don’t know what to focus on so I stop trying.

“I bet you like that ass being played with, don't you, baby?”

Heat washes over my face as I take Erik’s cock deeper in my mouth, caressing the underside with my tongue. I slurp and suck as I roll his balls in the palm of my hand. My reward is a nice amount of pre-cum on my tongue.

“Oh, fuck, Jemma. That’s cheating.” He pulls my hair into a ponytail, making sure to keep his hold tight so he can fuck my mouth harder and watch as he does it.

He eases in and out. Nothing like this is supposed to happen to a girl like me brought up in a ‘good’ family with a pedigree so deep we can trace our ancestors back to the highest of aristocrats. That’s what makes being this sinful feel so much better. The three of them taking me like this. Hard. Demanding. Shedding a little weight of the burden my family name carries is freeing if only for a little bit.

Warren grinds into me. The sounds of our thighs slapping together fills the room. I feel the jerks of his cock before the ropes of hot sperm fill my channel.

I turn, Erik’s cock slipping from my mouth to see Warren’s eyes closed as he empties his milk deep inside me.

The second he finishes, Daemon lifts me and I go willingly into his arms.

I pull him in for a kiss, our tongues dueling. When I turn back around, I find Erik on his back in the middle of the bed and Daemon setting me on top of him.

Erik grips his shaft. “Slide down on me, baby. It’s time.”

I feel Warren’s sperm dripping down my thighs. I don't know the protocol here so I’m a little hesitant.

And it’s perfect.

I’m panting, my skin tingling with anticipation.

Erik smiles warmly, his hands on my hips guiding me over him. “It’s fine, baby. Take me inside you. We’re all one here.”

He strokes himself, and God he’s so hard and thick. Precum drips from the tip and I can’t help myself. I lean down and suck him clean before gliding over top him.

“Wicked little thing,” he groans, eyes wild with passion. “I like you greedy for me.” He takes my hand to join his and together we stroke him from base to tip in slow movements.

I guide the head to my swollen lips, still throbbing from his friend’s claiming of me.

I take every inch and groan, feeling him slide into me, his friends cum still buried deep inside.

Behind me the bed dips. Daemon, he’s kneeling behind me.

His dark eyes hold mine and I know what is coming next. I’ve secretly craved this, wished for it on New Year's night. And now that I feel ready, I’m not scared of the unknown.

Erik and Daemon glance at each other, something passing between them unspoken.

The bed dips against and it’s Warren coming to kneel beside me, cock in hand.

Holy crap, he’s still hard and every inch glistens with my release. I blush, smiling. I look down. “Are you not satisfied?” I ask in a whisper.

He cups my cheek, raising my eyes to meet his. “This is how you’ve had me for two years.”

“All of us,” Erik interjects.

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