Page 23 of Final Girls and F*ck Boys

Atley’s hands were everywhere—on my breasts, teasing my nipples, sliding down to my hips to hold me steady as Camber worked me over with his mouth. Chamberlain stood beside me, his eyes dark and hooded as he watched, his hand sliding down to palm the growing bulge in his slacks.

Camber’s tongue was relentless, flicking and circling my clit, driving me closer and closer to the edge. I could feel the coiltightening in my belly, my legs trembling as the pleasure built higher.

“She’s close,” Atley murmured into my ear, his voice thick with desire. “I can tell.”

Camber hummed in response, the vibration sending shockwaves of pleasure through me. His fingers joined his mouth, sliding through my slick folds before plunging inside me, curling to hit that perfect spot that made me see stars.

“Oh God, Camber, I’m—” The words died on my lips as the orgasm slammed into me, my entire body tensing as waves of pleasure crashed over me. I cried out, my hips bucking against his face as he held me steady, his fingers and tongue driving me through the high until I was trembling and gasping for air.

He didn’t stop until I was nearly boneless, my legs shaking with the effort to keep myself upright. Only then did he pull back, his lips and chin glistening with my release. He stood slowly, his hands gentle as he helped me back onto unsteady feet.

Atley grinned, his eyes gleaming with mischief as he hooked an arm around my waist, lifting me effortlessly off the ground. “Now, it’s our turn,” he growled, carrying me to the large bed dominating the center of the room.

He laid me down gently, his body hovering over mine as Chamberlain and Camber joined us, each of them shedding their clothes with practiced ease. The sight of their bare skin, muscles rippling under the soft light of the room, had my mouth going dry. They were beautiful, each in their own way, and the weight of what was about to happen hit me all over again.

I was theirs now.

Officially.

Irrevocably.

Atley was the first to touch me, his hands sliding down my sides, his fingers teasing the sensitive skin just above my hips.He leaned down, capturing my lips in a kiss that was hungry, demanding, his body pressing into mine. His cock was hard and hot against my thigh, and I couldn’t stop myself from arching up against him, desperate for more contact.

“Patience, little saint,” he murmured against my lips, a teasing smile playing at the corners of his mouth. “We’re not done with you yet.”

Chamberlain knelt beside me, his hand wrapping around my throat as he tilted my head toward him. “Look at me,” he commanded, his voice low and rough. We hadn’t been this close since we were pre-teens. Being like this with him again was…breathtaking.

I obeyed, my eyes locking onto his as he stroked himself slowly, the thick length of his cock hard and leaking. His thumb brushed over the swollen head, gathering the precum and offering it to my lips.

“Suck,” he ordered as he notched his thumb at my mouth.

I did as I was told, opening my mouth to take his thumb between my lips, swirling my tongue around it. He groaned softly, his hand tightening just slightly around my throat as I licked him clean.

“Good girl,” he murmured, his voice filled with approval. I moaned at his words.

Atley’s fingers slid lower, teasing my slick folds before plunging two fingers inside me. I gasped around Chamberlain’s thumb, my body arching off the bed as Atley’s fingers curled, hitting that perfect spot inside me once again.

Camber, ever patient, knelt at the foot of the bed, his eyes dark with lust as he watched his friends work me over. He hadn’t touched me again, but I could feel his presence, the weight of his gaze as heavy as any touch.

“Please,” I whimpered, the words spilling out before I could stop them. I was desperate for more—for all of them.

Chamberlain smiled, his hand sliding down my throat to rest between my breasts. “You heard her,” he said, his voice a low rumble. “She wants us.”

Atley grinned, his fingers withdrawing from me as he positioned himself between my legs, the head of his cock teasing my entrance.

“Then let’s give her what she wants.”

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My body was humming, caught between Atley’s fingers, Chamberlain’s touch, and Camber’s watchful gaze.

I could feel the power shift in the room, the intensity of their focus narrowing in on me with an unspoken promise that this was the moment. This was a rite, a claiming, a permanent mark on me, inside and out.

Atley’s cock was poised at my entrance, teasing, but before he could push inside, Chamberlain's fingers trailed over my abdomen. I shivered beneath his touch, every nerve coming alive with anticipation. I could see something dark and deliberate in his eyes as he exchanged a look with Atley and Camber.

“Before we take you,” Chamberlain said, voice steady, “there’s one more thing we need to do.”

My heart skipped a beat. The way he spoke sent a thrill of both fear and excitement rushing through me. I couldn’t think straight, couldn’t make sense of anything but the pulsing heat between my legs and the way every inch of my body seemed to be begging for more.

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