Page 62 of Stutter

“Sssafe.”

“Mmhmmm…” He thrusts up but because Maverick’s hands are around me, holding me close. I feel it so fucking deep I can feel Jonas hit my cervix.

I begin to move, needing more friction and Damon lowers his hand to find my clit, swollen and sensitive and I’m so fucking drenched but I scoot to seek his touch.

“Filthy little bird, such an insatiable little thing. Riding Jonas' cock, my fingers, pushing yourself to seek more of Mav inside your sweet ass.”

My eyes roll back with Damon's filthy words. “Yes.”

“She's a needy slut, aren’t you, princess? Deplorable, desperate for cock, our filthy cumslut.”

My cheeks flame bright with embarrassment and when Mav squeezes my throat, Damon pulls away to stand before me, my other men grunting, filling me, in… out. The push and pull, the sudden emptiness just to be filled to the hilt again makes cry out.

“Mav, switch me. I want me and Damon to take turns fucking her gorgeous pussy. I wanna see her taking my dick.”

I’m lifted slightly and whine at the loss of Jonas but soon I’m on Mav, he hasn’t let go of my throat, like a permanent necklace. My legs are pushed back until my knees hit my chest.

“You look so pretty and pink baby.” Jonas settles between my thighs and spits – only to lean and slurp it up – apparently not caring that he’s tasting Damon, too. I buck against his face once and he rises just to fill me balls deep and I squeal. Damon comes, settling beside him and soon it’s one thrust from one and then the other, matching Mav's pace. Damon puts his hand on my lower stomach and press down as they fuck into me, and the pressure is building up. “Damon, look. Look how abused she looks.”

“She needs more… let’s see. Come here. Yeah. Hover over her – good. I’ll put my tip in and you – fuuucccckkk.” Damon let’s out an animalistic growl when Jonas settles above me, joining him and the pressure builds to be too much and I scream, liquid fire squirting out of me.

“Baby…” he thrusts, Maverick grunts, Damon hisses. “You have all three cocks in you, baby. You’re so fucking perfect, Raven. You’re so pretty, baby girl.”

“Dirty little slut.” Mav groans out wickedly, slamming into me from below.

I squirm again, drenching Jonas.

“Do it again baby. I want it so bad. So fucking creamy, you’re dripping baby. Do it again. Mmmm fuck, it’s so tight, you’re just letting us use you baby? I wanna come baby…” He licks his thumb, so much saliva on it a string of it connects when he reaches down and starts to press little circles on my clit. “Fuck, Raven… baby.” He moans. “God you’re gonna make me fill your pretty pussy up with so much cum. C'mon baby…”

“Siren…”

“Amourette-"

Jonas is thrusting, pumping into me harder. “I want you to come again. I wanna watch it. Fuck I can feel it. Give it baby. Oh, fuck. That’s it. Right the fuck there. Ohhhh goooood fucking girrrlll.” He praises me when I shatter, legs shaking, thighs quivering, gasping, begging please, falling limply in Maverick’s hold with a kiss from Jonas.

He slips out, Damon shoves in completely, and Jonas shoves a finger into me with him, searching for that spot, hooking his finger and his other hand rubs my clit quickly. “Do it for Damon, baby. Squirt for him.”

Damon groans above me, eyes like silver flames burning through me. “One more, Amourette. Give me one more and I’ll let you sleep.”

“He's lying, Siren… because I still need… to fill this ass… and shower us… Christ, you feel amazing. Break Raven. Break for us. I’m so fucking close. Milk your professor”

I feel them, simultaneously working me into a frenzy and just when I think I can’t, when there’s absolutely nothing left in me to give, Maverick squeezes my throat, praising me, the edges of my vision blacken, the pressure inside me builds and I fucking let go with a guttural groan with them, and I’m able to breathe. Labored, shaky pants and I fall back against Maverick, feeling him soften inside of my ass, slick with so much sweat and cum and tears.

Damon withdraws, sitting on his ankles and keeps my legs open and spread, watching with fascination as the river they created leaks from me and if I could blush harder or even react, I would. I’ve been obliterated.

“Such a messy, filthy, good girl.” Damon sighs happily.

“Take her. Let’s get her cleaned up.” Mav says weakly, kissing my cheek.

I try to protest. I need sleep. I need… but I’m ignored. I’m lifted and bathed and cleansed and dried and clothed and then very carefully, like I’m a fragile, priceless artifact, placed in Damon's bed because mine?

Well mine is fucked.

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“Little Bird?”

I huff out a small breath. I don’t want to be here. Rayne-Moore opened its doors up bright and early Monday morning, announcing another vigil for a Prescott. Everyone mills about as if nothing had happened, running to their next class, standing in the Koffee Kart line. Clearly, he wasn’t as loved as his twin, Chase, and it saddens me. So many conflicted emotions weigh me down today.

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