Page 50 of Reaper and Ruin
Levi fucked me faster, harder, and the result was both me and Whip groaning, him clutching at me, fucking up into me until he was taking me as hard as Levi was.
My body welcomed every thrust, so thoroughly gripped with the pleasure they’d created in me.
X stared down at me, our gazes connected, his beautiful lips parted as he watched me through half-mast eyes.
I saw the moment his orgasm hit him. Saw it in his expression, in the jolt of his body, in the way he gripped me, like he needed something to keep him anchored.
His cum spread across my tongue, spurting deep in the back of my throat.
I swallowed him down, licking every inch of him, not minding the taste, not because it was good, but because it washim. All I wanted was to give him the same sort of pleasure the three of them gave me.
He thrust into my mouth at the same time the other two thrust into my body.
I was the center of all of it. The sole focus of their attention.
For a girl who’d grown up hiding away in corners, trying to stay out of view, it felt new.
Good.
Like being loved.
My heart squeezed. I loved them. All three of them. This thing between us was so much more than just sex. So much more than the danger that lurked outside.
There was a connection here that couldn’t be denied, and it was the breath in my lungs.
I licked X, keeping him in my mouth until every last shudder had been wrung from his body.
When he was done, he flopped on the couch Levi had vacated, our clothes strewn about the room, all thoughts of the dinner X had been planning to cook abandoned.
Levi pulled out from my pussy, and I knew his cum was dripping from inside me, coating the insides of my thighs, but I was so well-fucked I couldn’t fathom cleaning up yet. He lay out on the carpet at my and Whip’s feet, his arm slung over his eyes, breathing hard.
“That was…fuck. Good. Really fucking good. I don’t think I can move.”
“Me neither,” I admitted, well aware Whip was still inside me. But I was too boneless to lift off him, and he seemed intent to keep me there, his fingers tracing featherlight patterns over my tits again, like he might have been hoping for a third orgasm out of me.
There was no way. I was so done, so sensitive that even his tiny touches felt like fireworks. I was going to catch fire if he tried wringing another orgasm from me.
But he just seemed intent to lie there in the recliner, with me on his lap.
His breathing deepened, and mine followed, matching the rise and fall of his chest, my eyelids getting heavy.
Levi was quiet on the floor too, clearly just as sleepy as Whip and I were.
X, of course, was anything but tired, his constant need to do something kicking in. He stood, picking up the plate of empty oyster shells. “Back to making dinner!” He tilted the plate a little in my and Whip’s direction. “Oysters were good, Whip?”
Whip mumbled sleepily from beneath me. “Excellent. So good Violet and Levi even gave them the thumbs-up.”
X froze. “What?” His gaze met mine. “You ate them? You said you didn’t like them!”
I frowned at him. “I didn’t think I did, but Whip said they were really good, so Levi and I both caved, and I tried them again. Yours were much better than the ones I had at that restaurant.”
“No!” X wailed. “Nooooo! You weren’t supposed to eat them!”
All three of us lifted our heads to look at him, but it was me who spoke. Something wasn’t adding up.
“You made us the oysters but you didn’t want us to eat them?”
“Just ignore him,” Levi said lazily. “A blow job from Violet would break my brain too.”
