Page 97 of Exile
Damon's hand comes down on my throat, holding me still as his mouth works me into a frenzy. Is it possible to come from kissing? Because the way his tongue moves effortlessly in my mouth, I'm not confident that I won't spontaneouslycombust. Of course, having my two other boyfriends between my legs certainly has some… benefits.
His hand squeezes my throat, cutting off my air supply, but I still feel like I'm breathing the most intoxicating scent. Fingers slowly leave my body much to my disappointment, but I moan into Damon's mouth when I feel something larger pressing against my entrance. One inch, two inch… my cunt stretches to accommodate the hardened length pushing into my body, my back arching as I push further into Damon's hand.
Just as I start to see spots and stars in my eyes, he eases the pressure at the same time I'm fully filled.
"Please," I beg against his lips, glancing down again when he pulls back slightly.
Grey is standing now, hands digging into my thighs as his cock is buried inside me. "Put the mask back on her, Deadman," he demands.
The devil mask snaps back into place, but I hyper-focus on Grey through the eye sockets, loving how his irises darken.
"Fuck, little killer," he growls, pulling back before slamming into my cunt. "You're so fucking wet for us."
I can't respond as he begins moving his hips quickly, smashing our hips together as he fucks me hard and fast. I don't dare look away though, determined to watch every expression that crosses his face. I want to remember them, and I'm fairly certain by how hard he's fucking me that he wants me to feel him long after I'm gone from Lilydale.
"More, Grey," I beg, needing him to ruin me.
He growls, digging his black coated nails into my thigh, breaking the skin slightly as he thrusts into me hard. My back rhythmically hits Damon's chest in time with Grey's movements, and I groan when warm hands lift my shirt and bra over my chest and cover my tits. Damon pinches the soft pink tips, squeezing and groping them as I careen into another climax, screaming Grey's name.
His hand moves to my back, yanking me forward so fast that I fall off the table toward him. But he catches me, lowering me to the ground. I already know what's coming, shoving the mask off and opening my mouth as I peer up at Grey from my knees.
"So fucking perfect," he breathes out, taking a moment to observe me. "Our little killer."
I don't wait for him to move, shooting forward as I take his cock in my mouth, tasting my own arousal on his length. He grabs the sides of my head, holding it still as he fucks my face. "Fucking beautiful," he murmurs before groaning low and I feel his release hit the back of my throat.
I swallow everything, running my tongue up and down his cock eagerly, until finally he pulls me off with a sharp hiss.
I'm barely given time to compose myself before strong hands lift me from the floor, Theo's mouth slamming into mine. He rips my shirt and bra off completely, tongue exploring my mouth in a kiss so frenzied that it leaves me lightheaded.
"Bend over the table," he orders, hands positioning me as my stomach lands on the metal. Kicking my legs apart, he's buried inside me a second later, hands gripping my hair as he pulls my head back slightly.
"Fuck, Theo," I groan, throwing my hips back to match his tempo. He's just as rough as Grey, fucking me deep as my body screams in both pain and pleasure. It's the best kind of pain, the promise that I'll definitely be feeling this for days to come. I wouldn't have it any other way.
Damon leans down in front of me, still on the other side of the table. Grabbing my face, he forces me to look at him, eyes dancing with lustful need.
"You're taking him so fucking well, Avery. You're going to take everything we offer," he demands. "And you're going to come on his dick. Understand?"
I nod, my hands gripping the side of the table. "Yeah."
"Touch yourself," he orders. "I want you to feel that dick fucking your tight, little cunt. You're going to write our names on your clit with your finger, and you're not allowed to come until you finish all of them."
Fuck.
Reaching down with a shaky hand, my fingers trail through my wetness, dipping lower until I find where Theo and I meet. My breath catches as I feel him thrusting into me, my pussy clenching around him. He growls, tugging on my hair as his rhythm falters slightly.
"Write it,"Damon orders sharply. "Tell us who you are doing."
I find my clit, biting my lip as I have to fight back my release. My swollen clit aches under my fingertips, but I shakily start drawing.
"T… h…," I whimper. "e… o."
Theo groans behind me. "Fuck, Aves."
"Next," Damon instructs.
I repeat the motion, this time spelling out Grey. "Hm… Grey," I breathe out.
A hand trails down my spine, Grey's voice reaching my ears. "Good girl."
