Page 226 of Hymns of the Broken
My mouth falls open in a gasp as Riot’s hand closes around Jasper’s cock, stroking him slowly, teasing, their eyes never leaving me. He works Jasper up, making him groan, thumb smearing pre-cum everywhere. “You want to see what we’ll do for you?”
“Let her see it, Riot. Give her a taste of what we’d do for her.”
Riot spits in his palm, rubbing it over Jasper’s cock, then drops to his knees and licks up his shaft, swirling his tongue around the tip. He sucks Jasper in deep, moaning just for me, one hand jerking his own cock. Jasper’s groan is raw, hips jerking, but his stare is locked on me.
My mouth is stuck open and I can’t look away. My thighs clench, feeling how wet I am. Watching Riot on his knees in front of Jasper is so much better than I could’ve imagined.
Jasper growls, his voice shredded with need. “I’ve never done this for anyone. Only you. Are you wet for us, baby? Is it ruining you watching Riot on his knees sucking me off the same way you do?”
My lips part on a gasp, eyes wide and locked on theirs. “I can’t fucking breathe from how hot it is.” My voice trembles. “I want to see everything.”
Riot looks sideways at me, mouth wrapped around Jasper, then lets him slip free and stands, spit dripping down his chin as he strokes both of them, one in each hand, cocks pressed together, leaking. “You want to see what we’ll do just to get you off?”
I nod now, throat too tight to speak. Jasper bends to kiss Riot—open-mouthed, their tongues tangling. When they pull away, they both lower their masks. And my whole body is shaking, my pussy throbbing with need.
Jasper grabs a fistful of my hair on one side, Riot on the other, both of them jerk me up and hold me in place, entirely at their mercy. My wristsare still boundbehind my back, my body already shaking with anticipation.
Riot drags his cock across my lips, smearing them with his pre-cum. “Open up, Angel,” he commands. I obey, and he slides into my mouth, groaning as he fucks my throat. His mask is locked on my face so I know he’s watching me. He doesn’t go easy, either—he uses me, choking me until I’m drooling, my mascara already smeared.
Then Jasper tugs my head away from Riot’s cock and brings me to his. “Her mouth looks better on mine,” he growls, pushing his cock between my lips, making me gag as he thrusts deep, his free hand stroking my cheek. “That’s it, baby. Show us how much you want it.”
They move me back and forth between them, holding me by the hair, each claiming my mouth in turn. Their filthy praise raining down on me as I struggle to breathe, to please them, to take everything.
“You ever imagine two men using you like this, Little Demon? Your wrists tied, your mouth full of cock and not a thing you can do but take it?”
I whine, nodding as much as I can with my mouth full of Jasper. Then he shoves me back, my arms aching when I hit the ground, hair tangled in leaves and dirt.He spreads my legs wide before dragging his tongue over my pussy, licking and sucking, driving me insane.
Riot moves to straddle my chest, his cock heavy above my lips. He grabs my jaw, fingers bruising as he makes sure I’m looking at his masked face. “Open up,” he demands. “Let me fuck this tight little throat.”
I open willingly, tongue out. Riot wastes no time, guiding himself past my lips, cock sliding deep into my throat. He claims my mouth, hips rocking, balls slapping my chin as he fucks me from above.
Jasper sinks into me, stretching me to the edge of pain. “That’s it, baby,” he grits, hands spreading my thighs wider. "Let him use that perfect mouth while I destroy your pussy.” He thrusts hard, every inch grinding me into the dirt, pinning me down as Riot holds my face, shoving even deeper.
I choke, spit running out of my mouth and down my cheeks. Tears leak from the corners of my eyes as Riot fucks my throat. He’s staring down at me with a savage grin. “My perfect whore, so messy—so fucking hungry for both of us. Maybe I’ll cum down your throat while Jasper fills you up. Think you can handle getting filled at both ends?”
I try tonod, but I can’t move at all.
Jasper’s pace gets rougher, his cock slamming into me, one hand pressing my stomach flat, the other wrapped around my thigh, pulling me back to meet every thrust. “You look so good getting fucked in the dirt. Fucking filthy.”
Riot’s hand holds me tight as he ruts against my lips, voice a broken rasp. “Breathe, baby. You’re doing so fucking good. You want us to finish in you? You want to swallow every drop?”
All I can do is moan around Riot, body shaking, ruined by pleasure and pain and their filthy words—my world reduced to dirt, cock, and need.
Jasper groans. “You’re ours, Sawyer. Say it, even with your mouth full.”
Riot pulls out just enough to let me gasp, “Yours—fuck—I’m yours, both of you, always—”
“Good girl. Now take all of us.” Riot slams back into my mouth, forcing me to swallow him down. Jasper’s hips snap into me, relentless, every thrust sending me higher, until my vision blurs with need.
“God, you’re so tight, clenching around my cock,” Jasper grits out. “I’m so close.”
I gag around Riot, and my body’s already unraveling. The dirt scrapes my back, my hands are aching from still being tied, every inch of me stretched and filled and owned. It feels so fucking good.
Riot’s pace stutters, his cock swelling against my tongue. “Fuck, baby—I’m gonna cum—swallow it, all of it—”
Jasper doesn’t let up, his hand finds my clit and rubs fast circles with just the right amount of pressure. “Cum, Sawyer. Be our good little slut and cum for us while we fill you up.”
I clench around him, screaming around Riot’s cock as my orgasm crashes over me. I’m clenching so tight around Jasper that he chokes on a curse and spills inside me. Riot groans, hips jerking as he empties down my throat, making me swallow again and again, the taste of him salty and perfect.
