Page 233 of Sincerely, Butterfly

“God, you look so fucking gorgeous when you come apart for me,” Jasper snarls, and then he’s cumming, too.

His body goes stiff as his cock throbs against my tongue, spilling his load down my throat. “Do not swallow,” he growls.

I try not to, but there’s just so much I start to choke.

Wesley grabs me by the hair, pulling me off Jasper’s cock.

Chest heaving, I struggle to breathe as I do my best to hold Jasper’s release in my mouth. I breathe heavily through my nose, nostrils flaring as I stare up at them with tear-filled eyes, snot drippingdown my nose.

I’m a mess, but they look at me like I’m their goddess.

“Open,” Jasper commands, and I do. I open my mouth, showing him the puddle of cum pooling on my tongue. “Such a good fucking girl,” he growls, lifting his mask up just enough to show his mouth.

He leans over me and spits into my mouth, his saliva and cum mixing together.

“Now swallow."

This is so degrading, yet a shiver of pleasure rushes through me as I close my mouth. My eyes are locked on his behind the mask, and I swallow every drop like the good little whore I am.

He lets out this animalistic sound that has the ache in my core growing again.

“I think she wants more cum, boys,” Jasper taunts. “Don’t you, slut?”

I whimper with need, licking my lips as I nod my head.

Opening my mouth, I tilt my head back, silently begging for more.

Jasper doesn’t move, keeping his foot right between my thighs. He moves it in these small, subtle rocking motions, but it has me whimpering at how overstimulated my clit feels.

My attention bounces back and forth between Sylas and Wesley, watching how their arms flex with every stroke of their hands as they work their cocks. The grunts and growls that leave them just adds fuel to the fire growing inside me.

“Fuck. Gonna cum. Open wide, Lola Girl. Take my fucking cum,” Sylas groans, shuddering as his release slams into him.

Hot cum splashes all over my face, hitting my tongue, cheek, and forehead.

“Perfect little cum slut,” Wesley grunts. “You were made for us. Handcrafted by the fucking gods.” He’s next to find his release, ropes of his cum shooting out and painting my face alongside Sylas’.

Some of it manages to make its way into my mouth, and I swallow it all like it’s my favorite treat, then lick my lips and around my nose, hungry for every drop of cum I can consume.

Sylas and Wesley stand there, chest heaving, spent cocks semi-hard.

“You make such a mess,” Jasper tsks. “I think it’s only fair that you clean up after yourself.”

I’d love to, just untie me, and I’ll clean the cum off my face.

But no, that's not what he’s talking about.

Taking a step back, he removes his foot from between my legs. My attention drops to his shoes, and I bite my lip at the sight of my juices glistening under the moonlight.

Not going to lie, I’m pretty proud of it.

“Go on,” Jasper says. “Clean it.”

“How?” My brows pull together. “I don’t have my hands free,” I tell him.

He lets out a cruel chuckle, making my nipples harden. “You have a mouth and a tongue. Now get to work.”

He wants me to lick my cum from his shoe.