Page 231 of Sincerely, Butterfly

The sound of a zipper grabs my attention. I turn to watch Wesley as he does the same.

I lick my lips at the sight of his thick, hard, pierced cock, wishing more than anything that I could feel those piercings gliding against my inner walls, knowing just how amazing they feel deep inside me.

Jasper is next. I watch with bated breath as he takes his time, slowly lowering his zipper, then shoving his pants down just enough to free his cock.

“Look at her,” Jasper growls in a low, husky voice. “She’s eyeing our cocks like a hungry little cock slut.”

Yes. Yes, I fucking am.

Wesley grabs a handful of my hair, making me yelp as it catchesme by surprise. He yanks my head to the side, angling my face so that I’m forced to look up at him.

I suck in a breath, looking up at him with heavy breaths.

“Sadly for your needy little cunt, our cocks won’t be going anywhere near it tonight.” Wesley chuckles when I whimper, then he turns my head towards Jasper. “Now, be a good girl and kiss his cock better.”

Jasper leans down, gripping my face. He presses his fingers into my cheeks, forcing my mouth open. “Good little whore,” he growls, guiding his cock to my open mouth. “Now choke on my fucking cock,” he demands, thrusting all the way down my throat.

I do as I’m told, I can’t help it. He’s so fucking big.

Jasper lets out a growl of pleasure as I’m forced to swallow around his length.

Tears sting the back of my eyes, spilling free when I blink. My jaw aches as I try to accommodate his size.

Wesley starts to control my movements, helping me bob on Jasper’s cock..

“That’s it,” Sylas croons. “Take his cock, suck it like a good girl. Make a fucking mess, Lola Girl.”

I gasp for air when my head is yanked back, Jasper’s tip teasing my bottom lip before Wesley is shoving me forward again, forcing me to take Jasper all the way. This time, he holds me there, making me gag. My throat contracts around Jasper's cock, and I struggle to breathe through my nose as I feel drool dripping down my chin.

They use me like a toy, like my only purpose in this moment is for them to get off.

They’re rough and cruel, and it’s turning me on so much I feel myself dripping over my clenched thighs.

I love this. I love it when they use me like this. Every degrading word is a jolt to the clit.

There’s no hate in their eyes, just pure admiration, and it’s making me all kinds of hot and bothered.

Sylas crouches down, reaching up to brush the tears from the corner of my eyes. “Look at you,” he whispers. “You look so pretty when you cry, Butterfly,” he praises. “With makeuprunning down your face, you’re a fucking mess. Our mess. Onlyweget your tears, understand?”

I try to nod, mumbling around Jasper’s cock.

Wesley yanks my head back, and I gasp for air, coughing a little bit.

Jasper lets go of my face, wrapping his hand around his cock. He strokes it firm and slow.

“You owe us an apology,” Jasper demands. “Then we’ll let you cum.”

“I’m sorry,” I whisper.

“Sorry for what?” Wesley asks, yanking my head to the side so I’m forced to look up at him. “For being a needy little cum slut who can’t help but grow wet at the thought of being used like a sex toy?”

“Yes,” I whisper.

“You’re not sorry,” Sylas chuckles. “You’re fucking proud of it, aren’t you, Lola Girl? You love getting off on sick and twisted things. Tell me, how many times have you touched that needy little pussy as you watched us take a life?”

I lick my lips, my head buzzing. I don’t know the number off the top of my head. “A lot.” I moan when Jasper slaps me across the face with his dick.

“You’re a sick little bitch,” Wesley laughs. “So fucked up in the head.”