Page 60 of Stutter

“Well, so much for our alarming system.” Maverick turns to glare at a happily snoozing Kronos and Lucifer then turns back to me. “Did you read tonight?”

“Yes she did.” Jonas states happily and kisses my cheek.

“Have you been a good girl?”

“Yes.” I reply, Damon shoving another finger into me, scissoring and stretching, his other hand holding me open by an asscheek so he can get deeper. I bite my lip, feeling Jonas’ hand crawling up the back of my thigh, eyebrows furrowing when he figures out what’s going on, but I feel the pad of his finger swirl over my clit. He shakes his head, pursing his lips together in a silent ‘shush.’

“Only on technicality. She refused another therapy session,” Damon tattles on me again.

“Hmmm…” Maverick replies, none the wiser, then begins to undress, going to my closet to hang up his sports coat, his belt, taking off his shoes and putting them neatly away before heading to my bathroom to shower. When the door closes, Jonas shoves off the blanket and climbs between Damon’s parted legs to help Damon flip me over only for his fingers to spread me open for Jonas’ tongue.

But then Jonas says, “Damon, sit up a little and put your dick in her but don’t move. I want her desperate to come.”

Damon has no rebuttal as always when it comes to Jonas’ plans and my body. I think they both revel in finding new ways of splitting me in half. Damon needs no other instruction. I’m shifted, my back against his chest, then his boxer briefs are off and soon he’s coating his dick in my wetness, rubbing it all over my slit, moaning when he finds my entrance and thrusting slowly until he’s fully seated.

“Hold her open. Fuck… that’s so beautiful Raven. Your pussy is so pretty baby.” He leans forward and- oh fuck- licks from where Damon and I are joined and then sucks my swollen, needy clit into his mouth.

“Jonas!” I moan.

Autumn eyes meet mine, as he flicks his tongue then curls it around. Jonas doesn’t simply eat pussy, he fucking makes out with it, swirling and licking and kissing while I tighten around Damon, unable to move because he has me in a vice grip while Jonas tortures me.

“How good does it feel Amourette?” Damon asks, pumping just a tiny bit, adding more pressure exactly where I need it.

“Sooo good… mmmore, p-please.”

“Use your hand, baby. Tell me where you need me. Eyes on me baby. Watch me torture you.”

I reach down, my fingers in his hair, the other flies up and under my shirt so I can pull on my nipples the way Jonas does. He sticks out his wide, strong tongue and I guide him to my core, pressing him onto my clit harder and when he sucks me in again, the pressure builds and builds and I’m “so close,” I whisper into my violet room.

The bathroom door swings open, Maverick coming with just a towel rolled around his waist. “Well. This is a nice surprise. I’m starving. All I had today wastea.” The corner of his mouth lifts in a smirk and goddamn, he’s fucking handsome.

Oh I blush something fierce at the memory of Jonas playing with me while Damon held Mav's thermos underneath me this morning.

Maverick makes his way to us as Damon says, “Wasn’t it delicious?”

“Yes, but I prefer getting it from tap. Scoot over Jonas.” With one knee, he sinks on the bed beside my Wide Receiver and then bends to kiss my inner thigh. Green eyes flash and then darken. “What’s the plan, Jonas?”

“Mmm,” he licks his lips, “torture. I want to see how many times we can make her come before she passes out or she’s so exhausted she sleeps through the night.”

The smile that spreads on Maverick’s face is pure evil… and then he lays beside Jonas and begins lapping me up. I jump, at the feeling of two tongues tormenting me, sliding beside the other as Damon unwillingly pumps his hips every time I tighten.

“Little Bird, be a good girl. Let them make you come so I can fuck you. Ineedto fuck you, Raven. You feel so fucking exquisite around me. Always so wet and ready to get fucked like the good girl you are, aren’t you?” Damon whispers darkly in my ear, making goosebumps erupt everywhere on my body.

“Please… f-fuck me!” I squeal, wanting to move but between Maverick and Jonas eating me alive like rabid dogs, shoulders between my legs and Damon holding my thighs open with his large hands, I can’t move.

“You can come baby. You just can’t get fucked yet. Hold on… let me see if I can…”

Oh god, his finger is slipping inside to join Damon's cock.

“Great idea.” Maverick moans against my clit, and he joins them.

“So… full.” I gasp, the need to move, to take them deeper makes me ache. I undulate my hips as much as I can, and when my doctor nips me on my earlobe, liquid heat pools out of me.

“Keep doing that, Raven. Warm and tighten around my cock like the slutty little vixen you are. All three of your deranged men in your pathetically needy little hole.”

Christ, why is that so hot to me? Because it’s so true. I crave them to the point of licentious absurdity. One touch, one word, one look and I’m salivating, pussy drooling, ready to be on my knees for them, to be used and fucked like their special sex doll. I’ll have to ask Damon later if that’s a thing. Right now, I don’t care. I want to be used and abused and made to come and be filled with cum until I can’t fucking walk.

“So fucking creamy, baby. So perfect. You want to come for us?” They pump their fingers, sliding in and out.

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