Page 46 of Their Dark Rose

The world ceases to exist.

When he ground his cock against me, I knew I felt a piercing on Mason’s cock. I thought it was one.

I should’ve realized one wouldn’t be enough for him. These men don’t do anything half-assed.

Nothing.

He has two piercings there. Two barbells crossed through the throbbing head.

My pussy clenches with fear and lust.

I’m unable to tear my eyes off it. Almost unable to take my next breath.

“You’re into my rings too, aren’t you, dirty flower?” Mason shoves one of the barbells against my lips.

I should be humiliated at how he sees right through me.

I am. And I’m getting off on being degraded.

He grabs my head, tilts it, and forces my mouth on the other barbell.

“Confess already, sweet girl.”

“Yes,” I breathe out.

He groans as my breath fans on his dick. Finn lets out a choked moan behind me, his fingers massaging my head.

I don’t want to be here. I have no way to control this situation.

I tell myself that if I wouldn’t have been this turned on, I would’ve told them to go fuck themselves.

Yet at the same time, I want to hear them again. I want Falk to join us.

Mason and Finn own my body. Controlling me. I let them.

Mason pushes my chin up, and I part my lips willingly for him. I have no idea how to go down on a man, so I act on my instincts. I press an open-mouthed kiss to the side of the head, sucking on it.

“Falk, you have to come see this.” Finn’s hoarse voice fuels me to do more for Mason.

I dart my tongue out, flicking it on one of Mason’s piercings.

“Motherfucker.” Mason’s curse comes first, his hips thrusting into my face next.

His piercing runs up my lip, grazing the area below my nose. I look up at him. His gaze is harsh. His forehead creased.

There won’t be any apology from him after whatever he does today.

“No more fucking around.” Mason shoves his wet head into my mouth. “You haven’t sucked a cock before, but you’re going to suck mine now, Briar. Every inch of me before I share you with my brothers.”

Finn drops to his knees behind me, cupping my breasts. “Don’t bite.”

I don’t get to concentrate on it.

One shove and Mason shoves himself as deep as he’ll go.

“Your little mouth is so fucking hot,” he praises as I gag. “Suck me, flower. Suck me, and I’ll give you the cum you’re desperate for.”

The force with which he fucks my mouth isn’t as coddling as his words. Each thrust somehow lands deeper in the back of my throat. Every ten or so of those, Mason drags his cock out on my tongue, letting me breathe. For a second.

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