Page 61 of Stutter

“Yes!” I sob. “I need it!”

“Such a greedy pussy, Siren.” Mav growls before diving back in, laving his tongue around my clit and I-

“Maverick!” I scream his name in a sob as I constrict around Damon but instead of stopping they keep going, licking me through my orgasm and into the next until I fall limply against my doctor.

They move away, but prowl around the bed like predators hunting their prey, eyes dark, chins glistening with my orgasm.

Damon moves quickly, and I’m face down on the soft blanket, and Damon fucking pounds into me, holding me by the hips, unrelenting and mad. Pleasure spikes and surges through me with each thrust. I claw at the blanket trying to find purchase, but he shoves me down by the nape of my neck, and all I can do is watch Jonas and Maverick, a dangerous hunger in their eyes.

“God I fuckinglovethis pussy. Every hour I go without it drives me to the brink of insanity, Little Bird.” I hear him spit then feel his thumb prods my asshole, rubbing, dipping in until he's fucking me in both holes.

“Feel what you do to me, Raven. My good girl. Such a perfect ass.”

I cry out every time the head of his cock hits something in me, so I push back, greedy for that feeling. I want it abused. I want to be left a fucking mess. I want to be devoured and praised and degraded and I want to be full of his cum. I want to drink it. Keep it in a vial and hang it around my neck.

I’m crazy! Who wants that?

“That’s right. We're mad together aren’t we, Amourette? Take my cock, such a good,”thrust“fucking"thrust“girl for us.”Thrust.

“Damon!”

“Say my fucking name again, Raven. I waited years for you to say it and when I’m inside of you, youscreamit.”Thrust, thrust, thrust.

“Damon…” I sob out, meeting him thrust for thrust. “Ssso… bi-ig!” I come with a scream and a shiver that racks through me in drowning waves.

“Fuck!” His grip on my hips is now bruising and every thrust brutal and exact, drawing out my orgasm to meet his.

Itremblewith every harsh piston of his hips, feeling him grow and pulsate inside me, knowing he’s filling everything up and when he withdraws, I’m laid on Jonas's chest, straddling him, and his lips are on mine. I reach between us and sink down on his thick shaft, groaning into his mouth with the stretch of him. I’m so sensitive but I can’t stop.

I undulate my hips, one of his hands go to my nipple the other on my ass, his finger slipping into my ass. “Yes! More!” I beg.

Crazy, crazy, psycho Raven.

“Fuck baby, you needed my dick, didn’t you?”

“Yes!”

“Say it, baby.”

“I love you.”

He groans, attacking my lips and I feel Maverick behind us. Can smell the soap on his skin, still fresh from the shower even though I know when he has me kiss him he’ll taste like me and Jonas' saliva, and it does something to my brain.

“Fuck baby, again before Damon's dick is in your slutty mouth.”

I close my eyes, wishing that were true, that he’d fuck my throat into oblivion but Damon and I both know he won’t. I grind onto Jonas instead, my clit on his pubis, searching, seeking for my next orgasm and it’s right there. Right fucking- “I love you!”

“Good girl when you come for me. I love feeling your pussy squeeze me.” Jonas laughs, slapping my breast beforediving and tugging my pearled nipple into his mouth only to lick from there and up, under my jaw and back to my lips.

I’m so sensitive. So sensitive everywhere. And sweaty.

I hear the light click of Jonas' nightstand lube and practically keen when I feel my professor’s cold, slick fingers play with my ass, gliding his fingers across then in, and out, finger fucking me in time with Jonas' slow torturous strokes, preparing me for the head of his girthy, fat cock. They’re relentlessly teasing and when Damon leans then pulls me to kiss him, tongue diving into my mouth, Jonas grabs my ass and pulls me apart to accommodate Mav.

His fingers leave my hole, and I feel the pressure and slight burn from the stretch as he fills me in one languid, achingly slow stroke. He groans behind me, and I moan in Damon's wet mouth. Maverick pulls me by the nape of my neck, one hand sliding across the swell of my stomach, the other goes around my neck and when I tense, he shushes me.

“You’re safe, Siren. It’s me. I won’t hurt you in that way, ever.” He rubs his thumb on the column of my throat before lightly squeezing with each, slow thrust into my ass. “Relax… trust your devil, Raven… breathe, princess… that’s it. It’s just us.”

“What are you, baby?” Jonas asks, hands on my breasts, fingertips grazing over my nipples, pinching and pulling.

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