Page 159 of Quinlan

Being filled in every one of my holes elongates my orgasm. I’m high, so high, when Damien slides his hands to my hips. I barely register what’s going on.

Until I do. Until he’s deep inside. I scream and sway forward, away from him when he’s burying himself all the way inside me.

The night they took my virginity hurt. They broke something inside me. Filled me up where no one’s been before. They weren’t quick about it either. Each of them fucked me for so long. Used my body however they liked.

I thought that hurt. This doesn’t even begin to compare to that. Rome is huge in my pussy. Damien is just as big in my ass. There’s no room for both of them.

They make room regardless. Their cocks drag in and out of me, taking and taking and taking. Pleasuring me.

“You’re my most twisted, fucked up dreams come true, Quinlan.” Liam’s eyes are sharp. He looks behind me, at his friend pummeling into my ass. “He fucks you hard, Quinlan. It’s a beautiful thing, watching his cock move in and out of your ass. You should see it. Your tight hole being railed. Taking Damien’s beating. So freeing, isn’t it? To give in to us. To pain. To pleasure.”

“Fuck, I feel it. Feel your tight little pussy sucking me in, sweetheart.” Rome loses control of his thrusts. They’re faster, as punishing as Damien’s. “You’re hurting for us and fuck, that feels so good too.”

When he thickens inside me, when both pain and pleasure become unbearable, I know. He’s close. His hands are on my hips, shoving me down his dick. Rome lets out the most visceralfuckwhile he’s spilling himself inside me.

“He’s putting babies inside you.” Liam’s brows knit while he and Damien use me like I’m their doll. With Rome still thick and hard inside me. “You’ll be swollen with our babies. So. Beautiful.”

“I’m not pulling out until they’re done.” Rome’s hands are everywhere, now that he’s done. Choking me. Sliding from my belly to my ribs. Tormenting my breasts in his merciless grip. Hot, vicious fingers circling my clit. Building another orgasm inside me. “Take all my cum. All my seed.”

That fear again. That concern over being pregnant by one of them. It sweeps over me, vanishing as quickly as it came.

I want this. I want to have their babies.

I want them.

Liam’s cock in my mouth and his hand in my hair. Damien’s praise of, “You’re such a good girl, taking my cock in your ass like that.” Rome who’s getting hard inside me again.

That’s what I want.

“You like being pounded, don’t you?” Liam isn’t as confident anymore. His control is slipping. He’s going to come, and I did it. I have him ready to lose it. Maybe he already has. “Being used. Being cared for.” He hurts me with his fingers. With his cock. “Finally letting yourself be our whore.”

That orgasm hurts the most. They wring it out of me anyway, catching me so I don’t fall. So I don’t crumble and die. That’s what it feels like. Dying.

“Fuck, yes.” Damien fingers on my hips are as bruising as his teeth can be. “Just like that, darling. Milking. My. Cock. Fuck.” He’s fucking me so hard. So ruthlessly. “Fuck.”

When he comes, he fills me with him. So much of it. He’s marking me from the inside and this is bliss. This is what heaven must be like.

“Eyes on me,” Liam groans, his fingers tight on my chin. I blink, focusing on him, and see the fire in his eyes. Jaw clenched, every one of his features sharp. Doused with need. “That’s it, little flame. Going to come in your mouth. Going to feed you my cum. Swallow all of it. Choke and gag and cough, doesn’t”—gruntand I moan at the pleasure from having him abuse my mouth—“matter.Fuck. You’ll swallow it all. Understood?”

I moan my reply, theyesI can’t say with his cock stretching my lips.

A sound of approval comes from the back of his throat. That’s the last warning he offers before hot, salty liquid spills into my mouth. Down my throat.

He was right. I do cough. I do choke on him. And it doesn’t matter, just like he said. I swallow it. I gulp, fighting to takeevery drop while he’s still thick and throbbing in my mouth, but I do it.

There’s a strong hand on my throat. Not restricting, though. Not this time.

“She’s swallowing, Liam.” Rome’s thumb runs up and down my throat, making sure I’m doing what Liam said. “Such a good girl.”

“She is.” Damien pulls out of my ass. He hurt me, stretched me beyond what I thought I could ever take, and I miss him there. “Our good girl.”

“You are.” Liam’s next to remove himself from me.

He pulls his boxers from the floor, covering himself. His pants come next. He drags two fingers along my chin, collecting my saliva. They’re in my mouth a second later, and I suck on them as if I’m not sore and exhausted and desperate to sleep.

“What about the guilt?” He cocks an eyebrow.

I shake my head. I mean it.

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