Page 98 of The Truths We Seek

Meyer's fingers tighten in my hair, forcing me to concentrate on him, on them.

The sensation has my body tensing with the familiar feelings of an impending orgasm.

I'm chasing it, riding Rory's face like my life depends on it, needing that extra push to get me to the other side. When Rory thrusts two thick fingers inside me, it's like he's reading my mind. And when he sucks on my clit just as his fingers curl inward and rub against that sweet, sweet spot, I lose all pretense of control.

Screaming, I realize my sounds are muted and remember Meyer is still kissing me, now swallowing every sound that Rory is forcing out of me.

"How wet is she?" Meyer's lips are brushing against mine as he speaks, his breath fanning across my entire face and cooling my burning skin.

"Enough that I can drink her up." Rory's eyes are fixed on me as he answers, his face wet from my cum and lips swollen from relentlessly sucking on me.

"Suck on his fingers, Quinn, like a good little kitten." I'm panting, my lids heavy from what just tore through my body, but I obey, letting my mouth drop open for Rory.

"That's it." Rory's not gentle as he roughly pushes his fingers inside my mouth while Meyer continues to hold my head, his face above me, looking down like the god of chaos. Closing my lips around Rory's fingers, I keep my gaze locked on Meyer as I curl my tongue around those two digits, following his orders. Irises swimming in lust so unhinged dart between my mouth and my eyes and I don't know how he's keeping his control under wraps.

"Hunter, come here and hold her head." In this position, all I can see is Meyer looming over me, but seconds later, Hunter is by my side, kneeling, with his lips to my cheek and his fingers replacing Meyer's. "Open wide, Kitten. Time to suck my dick with the taste of your pussy on your tongue."

I barely have time to register this twist of events before Hunter pulls hard at the back of my head, and from the other side, Meyer buries his cock in my mouth.

"You look majestic with your mouth full of cock, Angel. So, so pretty," Hunter coos in my ear while I'm trying really hard not to choke on Meyer, whose thrusts are nothing if not brutal.

With my eyes wide open, I keep my hazy, watery gaze on Meyer's larger-than-life frame.

He always commands a room, but right here, standing tall above me with his cock going deeper and deeper inside my throat, he's just more... Larger than anything I know.

I'm so consumed by his presence that I don't realize until it's too late that Rory's not sitting back watching. He's been preparing, waiting for the perfect timing, calculating the exact moment that would…

"Oh, fuck yeah!" Meyer's cock pushes all the way down to the entrance of my throat as Rory thrusts his cock deep inside my pussy. I'm not sure who's moaning at this point— I'm too concentrated on not suffocating—but I know Rory has just vocalized his pleasure.

"Breathe through your nose, Angel." Hunter speaks to me but it's Meyer I'm watching. It's like he's trying his best not to hurt me all the while wanting to destroy every inch of me.

One breath.

Tears fall at the corners of my eyes but Hunter catches the ones on his side with the tip of his tongue.

Two breaths.

Rory is pounding my pussy like he's trying to open the gates of Hell and claim the throne.

Three breaths.

Meyers places one hand on the top of my head, the other at my chin, and pushes his cock impossibly deeper until my nose is buried in his groin and all I can smell is the male alpha that he is. Primal and commanding. And all fucking mine.

"Gooddamn, Angel, watching you being used like this, knowing you're loving every fucking second of it? Fuck." I can't see Hunter but his breaths at my ear are getting choppier, the tell-tale sound of his hand on his cock is like music, one of three instruments in this erotic symphony we're creating.

It's too much. Too much pain and too much pleasure. Too much physical and emotional stimulation and my body is primed just like they knew it would be.

The power behind my orgasm takes me by surprise. Choking and gagging, I thrash against someone's hand on my stomach keeping me still as I lose my ability to breathe, to see, to move. It only heightens the sensations barreling through my body as Rory continues to fuck all sense out of me and Meyer cuts off all means for me to take in air.

Just when I think I'm about to pass the fuck out, something uncontrollable happens and I'm almost mortified thinking I've lost control of my bodily functions. But then Rory has his mouth back at my pussy, drinking me in like I'm his first drop of water after a marathon in a desert.

"Fucking hell, that's... fuck, I'm gonna come." Somewhere in the haze of it all, I hear Hunter speak just before hot, thick spurts of liquid fall on my stomach and my tits as hands rub and squeeze and pinch at my nipples.

Meyer pulls out just the slightest before he comes straight down my throat, his spurts hitting the back of my mouth with every grunt.

"Motherfucker, that was too hot to resist." Rory calls out before he buries himself back inside and comes long and hard.

I cough, all the while trying to gulp in as much air as possible, when Hunter helps to lift me back up to a complete sitting position.

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