Page 76 of Pray for the Damned

And hell, maybe they do. They’ve been following me for long enough, I guess it stands to reason that they would know things about me that I’ve not given much thought to or refused to acknowledge about myself.

Like the fact I’m naturally submissive.

Thinking back on it, it makes a lot of sense, and I have always defaulted to others where it was safe to, or where I felt I had to, but this is different.

Handing my mind and body to them comes as naturally as breathing.

“She’s ready,” Emmett tells his brother.

After he pressed a third finger into my ass and started working me with rough pumps, I gave into my body’s need to relax into the foreign sensations, and I haven’t looked back.

For the most part I’ve had Kade’s cock in my mouth, muffling my moans as I lap at him softly, and he seems to enjoy the feeling just as much as I do.

“Thank fuck,” Kade replies, carefully moving out from under me while I remain on my hands and knees at the edge of the bed.

I look over my shoulder just in time to watch as they both shuck the last of their clothing, and my jaw falls open at the sight.

Well, holy fuck.

Individually they’re beautiful. All hard lines and chiseled perfection.

But together? I don’t even think there’s a word in the English language to describe them because nothing that comes to mind fits.

Where Emmett is slightly leaner, but every bit as in shape, Kade is more muscular, with a few tattoos adorning his body that I didn’t notice during our romp in the alley behind the soup kitchen, and I make a note to myself to explore them later.

“Our girl looks like she’s ready to be fucked.” Emmett smirks.

“Oh, she definitely is. Look at her perfect pussy clenching around nothing. She’s desperate for our cocks.”

Fuck. I can’t handle his dirty talk. His degradation. His filthy words that have me like a puddle at his feet.

One may be my salvation, and the other my damnation.

“I want her ass,” Emmett tells him, and there’s something about the way they’re talking about me like I’m not even here that has me panting with need.

“Good, I wanted her cunt anyway,” Kade says and moves to the top of the bed.

He climbs into the middle of the mattress and leans against the shitty wooden headboard. I think I should probably be embarrassed about the two of them being in my apartment,but I’m too turned on to think about anything other than them fucking me.

“Come sit on my cock, baby,” Kade instructs, and I swallow at the sight of him stroking his hard length. He’s a little thicker than his brother and not quite as long, which explains why I thought he felt different in the alley but rationalized at the time that it was the position.

I crawl across the mattress, trying not to think about whether they like what they see. My boobs have always been smaller than I would like, even if they do match my frame, and my bones stick out a little too much from consistently being underweight from lack of nutrition and food in general my whole life.

But when I meet Kade’s eyes, they’re almost black with lust. His gaze moves over every inch of my body with hunger and need, and that’s what gives me the confidence to crawl over him until his cock is notched at my entrance and my hands rest on his shoulders for balance.

“Do you need our cocks, Waverly?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Beg for them,” he demands, and my cheeks heat immediately.

I can’t do that, can I?

“Come on, little whore, I know you can do it. I know you’re desperate for us to fuck you, desperate to feel us stretching you to your limits. All you have to do is beg, and we’ll give you everything you want.”

I bite down on the inside of my cheek to keep my mind from floating away at his dirty words. Fuck, these men have a power over me that I never imagined anyone would.

“Please fuck me,” I murmur softly, vaguely aware of the bed shifting beneath us as Emmett moves into place behind me. “I need your cocks so badly. I need you to fuck me, to make me come, to make me your dirty whore.”

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