Page 158 of Stutter

“Oh, sorry Brina. I didn’t think.”

“No, it’s… it’s fine. I should be getting back anyway. I have an early morning. Raven, same time tomorrow?”

I don’t want her to go but I nod anyway. I watch her leave and Jonas helps me up and kisses me. “Did you have fun?”

“Yeah,” I breathe when we break away and tell him all about why she wants to work out.

“That’s good. Maybe I can slowly start joining you guys so I can get my workout in, too. Might be able to help a bit.”

I lift a shoulder and let it drop, letting him know I won’t push her until she says it’s okay and he agrees.

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“Baby, help Daddy come so I can slide in. I want to use his cum as lube.” His whisper triggers chills that explode every atom in my being, little goosebumps skittering across my body from the warmth of his breath in my ear.

I do as I’m told and hike my thigh that’s over Damon’s hip and slowly rock, meeting each lazy thrust with my own, taking him as deep as I can, softly crying out, my arm lifts to Jonas' head behind me, my fingers in his soft hair, pulling when it feels like too much. He shushes me, encouraging me to continue, to help our Daddy make a big mess of my pussy.

“My perfect little cocksleeve, warmed my cock all night.”

“Ugh, Damon!” I’m so overwhelmed by every touch, every depraved word, every kiss, every lick, the feeling of being entrapped by two men that love to abuse my body to my breaking point. “So… fucking… good,” I moan.

Jonas chuckles then reaches between us and strums my throbbing clit, Damon’s mouth on mine, tongue dancing and taking whatever I have to give, fingers tugging on my peaked nipples roughly only to be so soft and loving. I can feel his thick dick already pulsing, imagining how angry and red it gets when I suck him, and he holds back but I don’t want him to hold back. I want him to use me.

“Please Daddy… fill my pussy. Come inside me.”

He groans roughly with his release, pushing down on my hip, thrusting so deep my eyes squeeze shut. “Take it all, every ounce.”

I nod, loving when he slips out and Jonas shoves into me from behind. “My perfect, sick little slut, letting us use you like this.”

“Oh god,” I moan, those filthy words always get to me. “You’re so big… s-so good.”

“You love it, don’t you baby? Yeah? Fuck yes. I just want to get you so wet and messy, baby. Keep you so full.” His thrusts grow frenzied and brutal, Damon gripping my thigh tightly, keeping me locked in and I’m so lostso fucking lostin pleasure, in every overwhelming sensation, spiraling toward my release when he pinches my clit and when I cry out, Damon swallows it.

“Say it, baby. You know I need it.”

“I love you,” I gasp, his fingers still rubbing and playing, dancing over my sensitive clit.

“Again.”

“I-“

“Fuck yes.”

“Love-“

“Oh god,” he groans.

“You.”

“Every. Fucking. Time.” His hips punch with every word, spilling into me.

He doesn’t pull out even when he’s semi-soft, just nuzzles his head, delivering kisses to my shoulder, leaning to kiss me then Damon. “Happy Valentine’s Day.”

I moan, repeating it back to him then snuggle in a little closer.

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I check my reflection one last time, making sure my skirt is nice and short, and my thigh-highs are symmetrical. I grab my backpack, throw it over my shoulder and an old textbook before going downstairs to the study where Maverick is teaching.

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