Page 105 of Stitches

I moved away from her, and Ashes took my place. He wasted no time in pushing into her. She let out a soft whimper, but silently took him, her breathing growing heavy once more.

I leaned in and sucked one of her nipples into my mouth, enjoying the way her body jostled while Ashes fucked her.

“God, heaven. You’re so fucking wet. I love it,” Ashes choked out. “Damn, that’s good.”

I knew when her breathing became harsh and labored she was going to come again. I was right. A moment later, she was quaking beneath another orgasm. Ashes followed closely, spilling himself inside her just like I’d done.

He leaned in and kissed her deeply when I moved off her tit.

When he shifted off her, Church looked at me.

“Hold her for me?” he asked.

I swallowed and glanced at her. She was completely blitzed out.

I nodded and switched spots with him.

Church was quick to push inside her with a groan while I held her.

She turned her face to me so she could kiss me.

It made the awkward heartbeats in my chest relax. Her tongue glided against mine, letting me know it was OK. She was OK. I was OK. This…it was good. She liked it. Wanted it.

I knew Ashes was having a blast touching her breasts while Church buried himself inside her.

I couldn’t be fussed with any of it as I continued to kiss her. When she came again, her soft cries I swallowed down, keeping them to myself and holding her through her release.

Church came soon after she did, adding his load to the mess we’d already made inside her.

“That’s some good pussy,” he said, still inside her heat, his thumb pressed against her clit. She squirmed for him whenever he rubbed her, earning a wicked smile from him.

“You made such a mess, specter,” he continued.

He was right. His groin and thighs were covered in her blood and come.

But I knew I was too. Ashes definitely was.

“She needs cleaned up, boys. You guys going to help me?” Church asked.

Ashes was quick to move down her body. I untangled myself from her and let her lay back against the mattress.

“Here. Bind her hands,” Church said, handing me the sash from her robe.

Quickly, I bound her wrists together and against the headboard so she couldn’t move.

“We’ve been blessed, brothers,” Church murmured, staring down at the bloody mess before us. “We shouldn’t let a drop go to waste.”

And that was it. We dove in, eating her pussy and cleaning up one mess only to make another each time she came against our tongues.

I hated myself for waiting so long with her while simultaneously hating myself for being fucked by other men and women against my will.

But I pushed those thoughts aside, desperate to keep that little flicker of happiness in my chest alive. The one she’d ignited.

And I’ll be damned if that flicker didn’t grown into a flame, a fire, as she came against my tongue, her soft moans finally breaking the silence.

She was worth the pain. The struggle. The fucking fight.

I would do everything within my power to ensure she was never hurt again.

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