Page 209 of Sincerely, Butterfly
Biting my lower lip, my heart races as my breathing quickens. The familiar tingles start to build, making my body shake with excitement and arousal, the closer I get to the release I’ve been dying for.
I put all my concentration on reaching my climax, that pressure building inside me until I feel like I’m going to burst.
Whimpering, I move my fingers faster over my clit. I trap my hand between my thighs, grinding my pussy against my palm as I fuck myself with my fingers.
Yes, yes, fucking, yes! I’m so close. It’s right there. I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna–
My hand is suddenly yanked from between my thighs, the orgasm that I was just about to fucking have ripped from me.
My eyes snap open, ready to tear them a new one, but as soon as I look up, I swallow hard as the three of them tower over me.
Wesley has my wrist, holding up my hand. My fingers are coated in my arousal and his cum.
“Someone’s being a naughty girl,” he tsks.
“You know what? Fuck you,” I grind out, just so fucking over this. If I don’t cum soon, I’m going to murder someone. “I deserve to cum, damn it! I played your game, let you manhandle me, use me, and what do I get in return? Nothing!”
I let out a yelp when Jasper grabs me by the hair and yanks my head back. “You’re seeming to forget the part where you’re nothing but our little fuck toy. Our dirty whore. Our cum slut. You want to be rewarded with an orgasm? Then earn it.”
“What more do I have to do?” I whine. “You’re mean.”
Jasper chuckles, and that in and of itself is rare. “Mean? I think we’ve been pretty nice to you,” he counters me, letting go of my hair.
“Nice would be getting to cum. Don’t you want to pleasure your girl?” I know I’m poking the bear, but I have nothing else to lose. What's the worst that could happen?
“Is it because you don’t know how to make a girl cum?” I ask, knowing that’s a damn lie because all these men need to do is breathe on me, and I’m wetting my panties.
“On your fucking knees,” Jasper barks.
I do as I’m told because I might, maybe, get something more out of this. At least they’re about to fuck me again.
Standing up, I turn around and kneel sideways on the stone chair. “Now what?” I ask, biting my lip.
“Take my fucking cock out,” he snarls.
Eagerness builds inside me as I reach forward and work him out of his jeans. When his thick, heavy length falls into my grasp, I whimper, the feeling of his hot, velvety shaft making my core ache just a little bit more.
Licking my lips, my mouth waters. I want to wrap my lips around it and suck him down. “Do something with it, whore,” he growls. “Make yourself fucking useful.”
Biting my lip, I look at him one last time before leaning down and flicking my tongue against the slit of his cock and moaning at the rewarding taste of his pre-cum.
Jasper grunts, his body jerking, but he doesn’t move away. He lets me do what I want with him, seeing what I’ll do next.
I wrap my lips around his cock, sucking him in and swirling my tongue around the head, making him hiss out in pleasure.
Pride swells inside me, making me want to drag more sounds of pleasure from this dangerous man.
Allowing saliva to pool in my mouth, I take more of him in my mouth, slowly taking him to the back of my throat.
Then I swallow around his shaft, making him groan. I do it again and again before pulling back, sucking hard, and pushing him down my throat once more.
“That’s it,” he growls. “You suck cock like a fucking pro, little fuck toy. Like you were made to suck mine.”
“She’s so fucking wet. Dripping like a needy little hole,” Sylas groans, and I feel him rubbing his cock against my slit.
“You just came,” Wesley states, dumbfounded.
“So?” Sylas chuckles, gabbing my hips and thrusting forward. I moan around Jasper’s cock, making him grab onto my head, cursing at the sensation of the vibration. “Fuuuck. I want more. You think one orgasm is enough. Not even fucking close,” Sylas growls, then starts to pound into me, forcing me to take Jasper down my throat again. I gag when his tip hits the back of my throat.
