Page 139 of Hymns of the Broken
Riot just smirks at me, mouth pure fucking sin. His tongue is ruthless, lips wrapped around my clit as he sucks so hard I see stars behind my eyes. The sound he makes is possessive—almost mean—like he wants me to come undone just from his mouth, to remember it every time I close my eyes.
“Fuck,” I cry out as I start to cum, thighs trembling, hips bucking against his face.
Jasper fists a hand in my hair and yanks me up before I can cum, my orgasm falling away from me. He forces my back to arch, my body strung tight between their hands. “You didn’t make it, so not yet. You hold that orgasm, Little Sin. Don’t even think about cumming until we say so.”
“I can’t—” I whimper.
“You can.” His voice is in my ear, breath hot, cock hard pressed against his sweatpants. “You’ll do exactly what we tell you. Won’t you, baby?”
Riot pulls back just enough to let his fingers replace his tongue—two, then three, pumping deep, curling until my vision whites out. He’s not gentle. Not now. Not after what I’ve begged for.
“She’s already dripping,” Riot says, voice rough and filthy. “Her tight little cunt’s begging for cock. You feel that, Reign? She’s soaked for us.”
My whole body clenches at their words, my mind splintering with need.
Jasper moves around me, thumb almost entering my spit-slicked lips. “You said you wanted both of us, didn’t you, baby? Wanted to be used, filled up, ruined?”
I nod, dazed and needy. “Yes—please—”
“Then get on the bed. Face down. Arch that pretty ass for me.”
I scramble up, heart pounding, body already shaking. I barely get into position before Jasper is there—his palm soothing down my back, then sliding between my thighs, testing how ready I am. I feel the broad, smooth head of his cock dragging through my arousal, teasing me. I whimper, needy and lost.
“Fuck. Riot, look at her. This pussy’s perfect. So wet I can hear it.” He taps the head of his cock against my pussy twice, and the sound is obscene.
“She’s always been perfect. But tonight? She’s ours to fucking wreck.”
Jasper pushes in—one slow, brutal thrust—stretching me, filling me until I can’t think, can’t breathe, can only feel. I cry out, clutching at the sheets.
“That’s it,” Jasper snarls, fingers biting into my hips, holding me right where he wants me. He sets a punishing rhythm, and at the same time, Riot moves up the bed until he’s on his knees in front of me, cock already in his fist, thick and leaking, the veins standing out as he strokes himself. His eyes are pure hunger.
“You said you wanted me in your throat, Angel?” Riot taunts, voice thick and raw. “Show me. Open up, and don’t fucking stop.”
I do, mouth open, tongue out.Hegroans—dark and filthy—as I wrap my lips aroundhim, suckinghimdeep until my eyes water. His hand finds my hair, holding me there, controlling the pace. He doesn’t shove—he doesn’t have to. I want this.
Jasper fucks me harder, hips slapping my ass, sweat slicking my skin. Every thrust sends me forward on Riot’s cock, making me gag around him in the most delicious, filthy way.
Riot hisses, fucking gently into my mouth, letting me control how deep he goes. “She’s fucking perfect, Reign. Look at her—eyes all glassy, drool on her chin, ass bouncing with every thrust. You love this, don’t you, baby? You love letting us ruin you.”
I moan around him; the sound vibrating through his shaft, making him twitch. He groans, pulling me deeper, not letting up.
Riot groans deep in his chest as I swirl my tongue around the head of his cock, and behind me, Jasper is unrelenting.
Every thrust is slow, thenhard, thendeep.
He knows what he’s doing. He knows exactly what I need—and exactly how not to give it to me. Each time he drags out, he waits just a second too long before slamming back in, making my body seize with need. My cheeks are wet, and I don’t know if it’s spit, tears, or just the messy, desperate pleasure they’re wringing out of me.
“Goddamn,” Jasper grits out, voice strained, dark with praise and possessiveness. “Pretty little slut with a mouth full of Riot and my cock splitting you open.”
Riot hisses, his voice gone rough and desperate. “She’s fucking incredible, Reign.”
Just then, Riot reaches over me, rubbing his hands down my back until he gets to my ass, and he pulls them back. Opening me up wider for Jasper, while also suffocating me with his cock.
“Fuck yes, Riot. Spread her open for me.” Then Jasper’s thumb rubs against my asshole.
The image of this makes me clench around Jasper at the same time I moan around Riot, the sound vibrating through his shaft, making him twitch in my mouth. He tastes like sweat and sin, salty and a little sweet, and I swallow him deeper, greedy for every filthy reaction he gives me.
“Oh, fuck,” he mutters, letting go and raising back up. “Shejust did that on purpose.”
