Page 252 of Vile Boys

“Now spread your ass for me, little slut,” Ares says. “You wanted me, then take all of me in every hole I demand.”

When my hands splay on my butt cheeks, I can feel his piercings poke against my ass.

“Blaine, lick that pussy like your life depends on it,” Ares growls.

A couple of squirts of cold gel, and he slowly pushes inside.

I mewl at the feel of his piercings while he enters me, and it feels so good, I begin to writhe against Blaine’s tongue.

“Oh, fuck yes, darling. Rub yourself all over my lips,” Blaine says.

“But you can’t breathe,” I murmur.

“He wanted to be suffocated, then take his fucking breath with that goddamn perfect pussy of yours,” Ares growls, thrusting in deeper and deeper until I lose all self-control.

I start gyrating on top of Blaine while Caleb takes my mouth and Ares takes my ass.

It’s too much for one person, too much arousal, too much lust all boiling over into another orgasm. Everything feels just that good.

“Yes, that’s it, come for me,” Ares growls, slowly amping up the speed of his thrusts.

“But—”

Caleb buries himself inside my mouth, and I can taste my own sweetness on his shaft, mingling with the salty taste of Blaine’s cum. “Don’t fucking speak when you’re supposed to be coming, slut.”

“Good boy,” Ares says, and Caleb’s eyes find his behind me, egging him on to go even deeper and make me gag even harder.

But instead of hating these boys who ripped my heart out of my chest, I drown in them and let them sweep me away into their hedonistic, heavenly hell.

Caleb pulls out to allow me a short breath before he rams right back inside, the feeling of his pierced tip poking in the back of my throat only making me gyrate harder on top of Blaine, while Ares buries himself deep within me.

And I mewl against his shaft as they both begin to pulsate inside me.

“Yes, fuck yes,” Caleb groans. “Eat my fucking cum like a good little slut.”

An animalistic groan slips off his tongue as he jets into me, and it makes me wild with lust to the point that my clit begins to throb, and I come undone again.

“Four,” Ares says.

When Caleb pulls out, I whimper, “How?”

“You think I can’t feel your ass contract around my cock?” he muses, snorting. “I can feel you, just like you will feel every inch of me inside you as I fill you to the brim with my fucking cum.”

He buries himself inside me so far, I have to hold the couch.

“Oh God,” I say.

“Yes, pray to me, little rose, and your God will fucking come at your beck and call.”

One. Two. Three more thrusts of his giant dick inside me, and he spends his load in me, jetting so deep into me I can feel him in my abdomen.

I groan and fall over on the couch, completely wasted.

“Can’t. Breathe.”

I lift my hips. “Sorry.”

“Don’t be,” he says, sucking in the breaths. “I love being your ride.”

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