Page 73 of Tainted Saints

“No buts, beautiful,” Lan interrupts, taking my hand and leading me down to his room. “You need to rest.”

“But we have such little time together,” I whisper, smiling when I see the two beds as they were last week, pushed together and waiting for us all to pile in.

“We have the rest of our lives together, sugar,” Forest interjects, unbuttoning his shirt and pushing his jeans to the floor. “Plenty of time to explore.” He winks and I giggle, another yawn practically cracking my jaw in half.

Lan helps me out of my clothes, giving me one of his T-shirts to sleep in, and I crawl in beside Forest, snuggling into his hot body, my eyes closing before my head has even hit the pillow.

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I wake up surrounded by warmth, my body utterly relaxed, and the soft light of morning filtering around the edges of the curtains.

“Good morning, sleeping beauty,” Forest whispers huskily, and I look up at him, his hair all sleep-mussed and looking far too gorgeous for this early in the day.

“Good morning,” I reply, snuggling into his chest when he pulls me close, the entire line of our bodies touching. I can feel the hard length of him pressed against my thigh, and suddenly I’m wide awake, desperate for him.

“Little Lady…” he hisses as my hand dips under his boxer shorts, wrapping around his hard, silky length. “Fuck.”

“Let me wake you up properly, Daddy,” I breathe out, scooting down the bed until my face hovers over his crotch. My mouth waters when I bring his cock out of his underwear, and I waste no time in closing my lips over the tip, licking and sucking it until his thighs tremble.

I gasp, taking Forest deeper when my knickers are pulled down, a tongue swiping across my damp folds.

“Good morning, Duchess,” Lan breathes against my core, leaving me shivering, then moaning as he thrusts his hard length inside me in one smooth move. His piercing drags against my inner walls in the most delicious way, and it becomes increasingly more difficult to focus on Forest when Lan is giving me such pleasure. “You don’t come until Blaine has had his turn, Pup.”

Forest moans, his hands digging into the sheets at his sides as I continue to work up and down his length with my mouth and tongue. “Do you know how fucking hard that’s gonna be, Daddy?” He groans again when I swallow him, his tip nudging the back of my throat and making me gag a little.

The sound makes both men growl, and I look to the side to see Blaine, his huge hand wrapped around his equally impressive dick, slowly pumping it up and down as he looks at us, his own personal porno.

“You look so beautiful with your lips stretched over him,mi amorsita,” he murmurs, his gaze fixed on the way I move Forest in and out of my mouth.

Lan reaches around, his fingers finding my clit and making me scream and writhe around him as a sudden orgasm hits me. My body tenses, Forest slowly fucking my open mouth as Lan fucks my pussy hard and fast, prolonging the pleasure until I’m whimpering as he thrusts hard inside me, filling me up with his cum.

No sooner has he pulled out that Blaine is forcing his way inside me, grunting when my still pulsing pussy clamps down on him.

“That’s it,mi princesa linda, let me into that beautiful pink pussy,” he growls, and then a loud slap echoes across the room, leaving me gasping and clenching as the pain adds to the pleasure. “You like that?”

I nod, making an incoherent moan and pushing my arse back for more. I don’t know who this wanton version of myself is, but I am here for it and will be the Saints slut any day.

He does it again, forcing Forest’s cock deeper in my throat.

“Fuck, Big Daddy. She really likes that,” he groans, grabbing my hair in his fist and using it to fuck my face. “That’s it, sugar. Take all of me in that beautiful throat.”

“Make sure she can still sing later, Pup,” Lan chides, and I open watery eyes to see him lounging back, watching us with heavy-lidded eyes.

Blaine slaps my arse again and I hum around Forest’s cock in my mouth, hollowing out my cheeks and sucking him deeper.

“Fuuuck, sugar!” he yells, thrusting to the back of my throat as his shaft goes rock-solid in my mouth. His dick pulses as he comes down my throat, holding me in place and giving me no choice but to swallow his release down.

Blaine keeps fucking me, his thrusts becoming erratic and jerky as he nears his own climax. I gasp when Forest finally releases me, his semi-hard cock popping free and leaving me room to scream as Blaine’s piercings massage my inner walls and send me crashing headfirst into another earth-shattering climax. My body stiffens and lights up like there’s a fire raging inside me, and then Blaine is roaring his own release, settling deep inside me that an edge of pain flares as I’m sure he touches my cervix, big dicked bastard.

I’m gasping for breath, my skin tingling as I flop on top of Forest, my chest heaving. My lids are closed and I bask in the afterglow, my mind quiet as I just feel the way Forest wraps his arms around me, pulling my spent body against his own.

“You are so fucking perfect, Little Lady,” he breathes out, kissing the top of my head.

My lips pull up in a grin but I’m still too blissed out to form a coherent sentence. We lie for several moments like that, the others on either side of us, all touching me in some way, and it’s the most perfect way to wake up.

I must have drifted off, waking up again some time later to an empty bed, the smell of delicious cooking making my stomach rumble. Getting up, I smile when I realise that someone cleaned me up before I fell asleep because I’m not as sticky and gross as I should be. Still could do with a wash, so I make my way to the bathroom, taking a quick shower and throwing Lan’s T-shirt back on. I normally would only wear my vintage-style clothes, they’re such a fundamental part of who I am, but there’s something about being enveloped in these guys completely, even when I’m not in their arms, that makes me want to wear their clothes any chance I can.

“Good morning,” I say as I walk into the room, glancing at the clock and seeing that it’s actually just gone midday. “Afternoon, I guess.”

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