Page 177 of Boy of Ruin
Cain pulls out slowly, pushing against my thigh with his hand, Ezra and him both keeping my legs wide.
“Look at that,” Cain says, his voice cocky. His fingers come to my lips, peeling me apart as Ezra’s hand comes to my low belly, pressing gently. “Look at how good she fucking looks covered in me.”
My husband makes a sound like a low growl deep in his throat as Cain’s thumb strokes my clit, his fingers still pulling me apart, watching him drip out of me.
“It’s my turn,” Ezra says, his voice a rumble.
He starts to move as Lucifer pulls out of my mouth, kneeling down to bring his lips to mine, kissing me for the first time in over a month, his hand still wrapped around my throat.
Then I feel something hot and warm along my slit, and I moan into my husband’s mouth as someone’s tongue licks along the length of me.
“That feel good, baby girl?” Lucifer asks, pulling back just enough to let me breathe, his eyes on mine. I bite my lip and nod.
Lucifer’s grip around my throat tightens. “You like my brothers fucking you, love?”
I take a breath and nod again.
Gently, he slaps the side of my face. Not enough to hurt, but enough for me to gasp. “That’s the wrong fucking answer, baby girl.” Abruptly, he pulls away, grabs my arm and pulls me up, so I’m sitting.
“Get on your hands and knees,” he says, and I do, facing him, my ass to Ezra as I catch a glimpse of him sitting at my feet.
It was his tongue on me.
I glance at Maverick beside me, and his hand comes to my low back. “Arch your back,” he says softly.
I do, then someone is pushing against my ass.
I tense as I stare at my husband, still on his knees, towering over me, his hand around his dick.
Once more, he pushes himself back into me, and I choke on him, the biggest dick I think I’ve ever seen in my life. My eyes water, and I feel something warm against my ass, realize Ezra spit on me.
I open my eyes as Lucifer thrusts his hips, sending his cock to the back of my throat. My stomach convulses as I gag, his fingers in my hair tightening as he stares down at me, his expression unreadable.
I try to pull back, to tell him I don’t want Ezra to fuck me in the ass, but it’s like he’s reading my mind.
Like we’re…connected.
“Ezra,” he grits out, his eyes still on me as he pulls his hips back, then pushes them forward, one hand on my throat so he can feel how I gag every time he fucks my mouth, “don’t you fucking dare.”
Ezra laughs, slapping my ass.
Lucifer’s grip on my throat tightens as he stares at Ezra, and I make a choking sound around his cock. He tastes so fucking clean, so fucking good, and when Ezra pushes his cock into my pussy, I moan around my husband’s dick.
Lucifer’s fingers release my hair, stroking it back from my brow instead as he stares down at me. I see his hard edges soften, even his demon eyes. His grip on my throat turns gentle, and as every thrust from Ezra sends Lucifer’s cock deeper into my mouth, I can’t stop staring up at him.
Drinking him in. Literally, and…not.
And while I stare at him, making him feel good for once, even as someone else is behind me, I forget everyone else around us. Maverick’s hand on my back. Atlas palming my breasts.
Cain. Ella.
I forget it all until Ezra is moving faster and I really can’t breathe. Lucifer’s eyes narrow, his gaze on Ezra, but I guess whatever he sees makes him feel better because he doesn’t say anything. A second later, Ezra’s palm is flat against my spine, beside Maverick’s, and he slows his movements, groaning, “Fuck, Sid,” as he does.
He’s finishing.
Inside of me.
Drool pools at the corner of my mouth, and Lucifer drags me off of his dick by my hair, painful but not as painful as it usually is with him. Either way, I can breathe again as Ezra leans over me, his hands gripping my hips.
