Page 123 of The Fallen Ones

“You like fucking your best friend,” Jace chimed in, kissing along my jaw.

“Yes,” I managed to say breathlessly as Caleb swiveled his hips, grinding his cock deeper inside my pussy.

“You like fucking him in front of me?” Jace pressed. “Tell me, pretty girl.”

“Y-Yes.” I breathed out my answer.

“Go on and come on his big cock,” Damien instructed. “Be our dirty girl.”

“Don’t come, baby. Be a good girl and hold out,” Jace said.

It was like having a devil and an angel on my shoulders with a god between my legs.

“You know you want to. You want to soak his fucking dick with your come. Do it. Spread your legs wider so he can touch your fucking soul, baby sister.”

“Hold it in. It’ll feel so much better if you fight it, Lily Pad. Keep that pussy from coming, baby. Don’t come.”

I cried out, feeling wild and unhinged. I managed to roll Caleb over and straddled him. He stared up at me in wonder as I took the reins and rode his hard cock, my head thrown back.

Both Jace and Damien surged forward. Each latch onto a breast and teased me, licking, sucking, biting, while Caleb gripped my hips hard and helped me to fuck him.

I came with a loud cry, my body violently shaking as my release flowed from me like a geyser, completely soaking Caleb.

“Fuck yeah,” he cried out, coming hard with me. His body tensed, my name on his lips as he filled me.

“Lily. Oh fuck, Lily.”

We both slowly came down from our shared euphoria. I stared down at Caleb, my heart pounding hard.

This was it. I had my masked men.

My Fallen Ones.

“I’m going to keep you,” I whispered to them.

“Oh, Lily,” Caleb murmured. “We’re going to keep you too.”

I smiled at that, ready for the next round.

Caleb wasin the shower and I was sandwiched between Jace and Damien in my bed. We’d had sex on nearly ever place in my apartment. I was sore and aching, but so ready to go again.

I cuddled against Jace as Damien spooned me, his hard dick teasing my ass whenever he moved and his hand on my waist.

“We need to tell you something,” Jace said, breaking the silence.

“Mm, what?”

“Damien?” Jace called out.

Damien cleared his throat, clearly afraid to tell me what they wanted to say.

“If it’s about Jace’s mom and your dad, I already know,” I finally said, filling the heavy silence.

“You do?” Jace pulled away and stared down at me. “When did you find out?”

“A few days after my mom died,” I murmured. “She kept a journal. I read it. It was all in there. It confirmed the photo I saw on her phone.”

“Fuck, Lily. Why didn’t you ever say anything?” Damien asked.

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