Page 46 of Reverse Perspective

“Shit, you’re so tight,” he groans. He pulls me up before wrapping one arm around my waist while the other slips up my shirt and under my sports bra to knead my breast. My whole body shudders when he bottoms out over and over. His pace is fast and his strokes are deep. Every thrust is unforgiving as he continually goes from tip to hilt, slamming against my cervix.His hand moves up to wrap around my throat and he squeezes, cutting off my air as my climax builds.

“Be my good little slut and come on my cock,” he murmurs in my ear. My body immediately gives in and he fucks me hard through the wet noises of my come flooding out of me. He sinks in deep and fills me until it spills out and down my thighs.

When Lance pulls out, Mason immediately pulls me away from the counter and stretches me as he slides into my already abused cunt. He bends me at the waist and fists my hair to pull my head back. “Swallow my cock, Little Demon,” Dean says. “Let me see what your throat feels like.”

I eagerly take him into my mouth but groan around his cock when Mason slams into me harder. Dean holds my face between his hands and slowly pushes down my throat. I breathe through my nose and relax as he starts to fuck my mouth harder. Mason is pushing so deep that it makes my belly ache after just having been pounded by Lance.

I try to focus on Dean because I’ll probably collapse if I get lost in how hard Mason is fucking me. Dean’s delicious groans are matching mine and his pace starts to falter. “Fuck, Sadie,” he growls. “Drink my come baby swallow it all.” He pushes to the back of the throat and I happily suck him until I swallow all of him. I don’t stop until he pulls out of my mouth.

Mason lets go of my arms and grabs my hips. I grip the side of the counter, staying bent over, and his pounding becomes brutal. “Fuck. Oh fuck. It’s too much. Mason!”

“You’ve got this,” he encourages. “Scream for me, Sadie.”

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I whimper. The pressure is so intense but my orgasm isn’t breaking. “I wanna come, Mason. Please.”

Mason abruptly stops, and I whine in frustration as the feeling fades. He turns me and for a second I think he’s going to pick me up to sit me on the counter, but he scoops me up so that my legs drape over his arms and he has his hands holding my ass. I holdon to his shoulders in fear of falling but everything melts away when he sinks back into me.

“Oh, dear God,” I groan when the angle of his cock inside of me hits something that makes my eyes roll back. Another set of hands grip my waist and further support me as they tease my ass with the head of their cock.

“Scream, Little Demon,” Lance murmurs in my ear. Before I can say anything, he slams the full length of himself in my ass. My scream breaks from my throat as he goes balls-deep inside of me in the blink of an eye.

“Fuck. Oh God. Please. It hurts,” I whimper as tears roll down my cheeks. I most certainly do not want them to stop. Despite the pain, it feels so fucking good to be used by them. To be taken like I'm nothing more than a toy is amazing and I want more.

“Say it,” Mason grunts out as they both fuck me hard and deep. “Say the safe word, Sadie.” My moans tell them all they need to know. I’m not saying the word and we all know how serious they will take it if I say it.

“Please don’t stop,” I whimper.

“God, you’re so fucking tight,” Lance moans.

“Fuck, I’m so f-full,” I stammer out. My entire body is nearly vibrating as I edge an orgasm. “Sh-shit! I’m gonna come. Please. Harder! Harder!”

“That’s a good girl, Sadie. Come for us,” Mason says through labored breathing. They are both so incredibly close. Their moans flood my brain and it finally breaks. I tip my head back and my ragged and desperate moans echo through the kitchen. Mason and Lance groan and grunt as they pump into me, filling me with their come.

When they pull out of me and set me back on my feet, I am far too weak to hold myself up. Dean scoops me into his arms before I can collapse and carries me to his room. I groan when he lays me on the plush mattress.

“You aren’t going to die on me, are you?” he asks as he pulls my shirt and sports bra off.

“If you try to fuck me right now, I’ll stab you,” I mumble.

“First of all, you are far too weak to fight me off right now,” he laughs. “I’m getting you into clothes that don’t have come on them.”

“Much appreciated,” I murmur. My eyes are closed and I am dangerously close to passing out. “I’m so tired.”

“I’ll let you sleep in just a few minutes,” he says. He leaves me for a moment before returning and cleaning me. I force my eyes open and look at Dean. He smiles softly but doesn’t turn his full attention to me just yet.

“Dean,” I say.

“Yes?” he asks as he helps me into clean underwear.

“I love you,” I say. He tosses the washcloth in the hamper before pulling one of his shirts on me. “I… I love all of you more than I know how to express. It is so much more than just a friend. I think it’s always been….” Dean shuts up my rambling by kissing me.

“I love you too, Sadie,” he says softly. “More than just friends.”

“You three are going to put me in a wheelchair by thirty if you keep fucking me like that,” I say. “Where is Lance and Mason?”

“Cleaning up the mess you made,” he smirks.

“That’s not my fault,” I say, shaking my head. “That was Lance’s fault.”

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