Page 155 of Demise

“I love you too.”

Pulling away, she rubs her hand against my arm gently as my dad lingers awkwardly. So, I make the first move, pulling him in for a hug. He wraps his arms around me, plastering me to his wide chest as he rocks us back and forth, placing a kiss to the top of my head before pulling away.

“Good night, Sky.”

“Night,” I smile as they step out of the house, shutting the door behind them.

A pair of arms wrap around me, resting their chin on my shoulder.

“You okay, baby?” Ronan grumbles into my ear.

“I’m better than okay. I’m so happy,” I say as I look up at him.

He smiles down at me and nods.

“Good, that’s just the way I like you.”

His lips meet mine as I look up at him, his hand sliding up my front before wrapping around my throat to keep me in place. The kiss is so tender, not rushed or hurried. We just enjoy thecomfort of one another when I hear some murmuring before the scraping sounds of furniture being moved.

I try to pull away to see, but Ronan doesn’t let me, keeping me in place for several more seconds before he releases me. When my eyes come back to the room, the fireplace is lit and roaring, all furniture moved away from the living room, only leaving a large comforter on the carpet. The guys all watch me with contentment as Wesley is the first to approach. His hands cup my face, holding me tenderly as he brings his lips to mine.

The sound of kissing forces my eyes open, and I find Liam and Asher making out, similarly to how Wesley and I are, before Vincent walks up to me, stealing me from him as he captures my mouth. His tongue wraps around mine, his hand coming to the back of my head to deepen the kiss as he lifts me up into his arms, holding me in the air as my legs wrap around his waist.

Slowly, Vincent lowers me down to the ground, kissing his way down my body as he begins stripping me naked. Article after article of clothing flutters in the air before landing on the ground in a heap as Vincent sits back in appreciation of the work he’s done. I’m laying down, bare naked, and suddenly, I have five sets of hungry eyes on me. Then, all as one, they swarm me. It’s like a feverish need, hands everywhere, mouths everywhere. I can hear kissing between the guys, but I’m so lost in the stimulation of it all I can hardly see straight.

I moan when a tongue licks my pussy, followed by another right beside it. The tongues tangle together as they work me over, and I look down to see Ronan and Wesley, so lost in each other, in me, as they press themselves together, grinding against one another as they continue feasting on me.

Vincent’s mouth is currently wrapped around my left nipple, his teeth nipping at it before licking away the pain. I smile down at him, running my fingers through his hair and he letsout a deep moan when I do. Like my touch alone brings him an insurmountable level of pleasure.

Liam’s lips come to mine while Asher’s move down my neck to my right nipple. Asher’s hand cups my breast as he sucks on me, flicking his tongue against me in a way that has me shuddering.

My first orgasm hits me out of nowhere as I squirm and wiggle against my men. When I settle, I know without a doubt it won’t be my last of the night.

“Flip over,” Vincent commands, laying down and pulling me to him.

I straddle him happily as he pulls off his shirt, tossing it across the room before he makes quick work of discarding his pants. I lift up a little to let him kick them off before he pulls me back down, forcing me to sink onto his cock.

We both groan at that and I can’t help but rock myself against him.

“Fuck, siren. You’re already soaked.”

“Thanks to all of you,” I moan.

“Looks like you don’t have the fanciest cock anymore, baby,” Asher says to Liam as he stares at Vincent’s tattoo.

Liam’s head whips over in outrage as his mouth parts.

“When the fuck did that happen? Vinny you got your cock tattooed?”

“What?” Ronan scoffs as Vincent grunts in response.

“Fuck, color me jealous,” Liam grouches. “Why haven’t you got your cock tatted for me, Ash?”

“I definitely don’t love you that much,” Asher snaps back.

Liam makes a face like he’s deeply hurt but there is a playful look to his eyes.

“You wound me,” Liam says as he reaches for Asher’s shirt, ripping it over his head while Asher does the same. Their hands are everywhere, mouths everywhere, and Liam whisperssomething into Asher’s ear. He looks at him in shock for a moment before his eyes trace over Liam’s face and he nods.

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