Page 157 of Demise

He doesn’t say anything for a moment and then Wesley, being almost as big of a shit as Liam, pushes deep once more, forcing Vincent’s eyes to roll into the back of his head. He begrudgingly gives me a terse nod of the head, and I can’t help but smile at him, pressing my lips to his as Wesley begins fucking me hard. Vincent’s thrusts are staggered and uneven as he attempts to control himself.

Moving my mouth from his, I whisper into his ear.

“It’s okay to enjoy yourself, no one is going to judge you, baby. I promise.”

He looks at me, those slate grey eyes practically shining as he drags my mouth back down to him and moans. Wesley seems to make it his life’s mission to make Vincent fall apart as he angles his cock, rubbing against him through me. I feel Vincent’s hips mimic the motion as he groans and gasps into my mouth.

“You enjoying that cock, Vinny?” Wesley jeers, using Liam’s nickname for him.

Vincent tears his mouth from me, ready to tell him to fuck off or something when Wesley leans over me, inching his face across from him as he goads him.

“C’mon. Just one kiss, for our girl. You know how soaked she gets when we play together.”

Vincent glares at him but he shoots me a quick look. I try to keep my face impassive, but I’m honestly just surprised he hasn’t tried to stab Wesley for suggesting such a thing. Yet.

Wesley lifts his eyebrows in a daring move, that Vincent rolls his eyes at, ignoring him completely.

Pity.

Vincent instead focuses all of his efforts into making me come, and a quick slap against my clit is all it seems to take. I moanand wiggle, smashed between Wesley and Vincent as I fall apart. Wesley thrusts inside me hard, forcing Vincent’s jaw to clench.

I look behind me to see Ronan line up to Wesley, slapping his ass hard as he grumbles into his ear. It’s faint but I can just hear him.

“You trying to make me jealous? Trying to turn me into a savage?” he asks before he slams into Wesley’s ass.

Wes shouts out a pained screech as Ronan does it again and again, fucking him like it’s a punishment. Ronan is essentially setting the pace for all of us now. Especially when Asher drags my mouth back to his cock.

“C’mere. Give me that pretty little cock hole.”

He pushes inside me, and for some odd reason, I’ve never felt more complete. All of us being connected in some way makes everything just feel right. It’s a little difficult with six people, but eventually, we are able to find a rhythm. Dirty talk is spilling from so many mouths I don’t even know what is coming from who.

“Such a good boy for me. Give me that ass.”

“Fuck, you’re choking the life out of my cock. You want that cum?”

“Shit, siren. You’re leaking all over my lap.”

Alright, well obviously that last one was Vincent, and he’s not wrong. I’ve never been this wet in my life. I’m like a fucking fire hydrant that can’t be turned off. I don’t want to be either.

“Fuck, princess,” Asher grits. “You and Liam are gonna make me come,” he moans.

“Hell yes, we are. Be a good girl and cup his balls, babygirl,” Liam says.

Somehow, I’m able to maintain my balance as I do, cradling Asher’s balls as Liam litters his skin with kisses and picks up his pace. Asher moans once, twice, and by the third one, I feelhis warm salty cum running down my throat. I drink him down quickly as he fucks my face and Liam follows right alongside.

“Ash! Fuck, fuck! Yes,” he moans as he fills Asher.

I watch as Asher thrusts his ass back into him like he’s trying to milk every last drop out of Liam, and it’s so hot. Turning my head away from Asher, I look behind to see Ronan and Wesley making out, or trying to. Wesley has his head turned at an awkward angle as Ronan tries to close their distance. I see their tongues touching midair more than anything, but seeing someone like Ronan, who I never could have imagined like this, is just…perfection.

Ronan smacks Wesley’s ass as he fucks him, harder and harder, until Wesley is bucking into me, moaning and groaning in Ronan’s mouth. Turning my head, I face Vincent as he opens his arms to me.

“Come here, siren. Come lay with me.”

I do as he says, laying my chest against his and poking my ass up as much as I can for Wesley as Vincent and I lose each other in our kiss. I feel the moment he loses it. It’s the same moment that Wesley does that same wiggling motion again. Vincent’s cock twitches inside me before Wesley’s does the same.

Like the filling inside a very delicious and erotic sandwich, both men fall apart, Vincent’s hand reaching between us as he begins slapping at my clit. I buck at the feeling, almost pushing Wesley out of me as Vincent does it again and again, sending me falling apart on the fourth smack.

This orgasm, for some reason, is far more violent than the ones before. I practically shake the walls with my screaming. No doubt someone is going to assume I’m being murdered in here. Which will be an awkward conversation if it comes up, seeing as my mom and dad’s cottage is less than five hundred feet away.

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