Page 4 of Jailbreak
"Fuck, her mouth," Damien breathes, his hips snapping forward. "So fucking wet and hot."
Cash moves behind me, his hands sliding up my thighs, my hips, and cupping my breasts from behind. He pinches my nipples, and I moan around Damien's cock, the vibration making him curse.
"She likes that," Cash says. "Don't you, Low Low? You like being used."
I try to shake my head, but Damien holds me firm, his grip on my hair almost painful, controlling. He fucks my mouth with short, brutal thrusts, each one making my eyes water.
"I'm going to make you cum again." Cash’s hand slides down my stomach. "While he uses your mouth. I want to feel how much you get off on sucking dick. If he’s rough, it’s because you drove him to it."
His fingers find my clit, still sensitive and swollen. Cash rubs slow circles while Damien's hips speed up, his breathing ragged.
"Gonna cum," Damien warns, his cock swelling against my tongue. "Swallow it. Every fucking drop."
He thrusts deep and holds there, pulsing against my tongue. I choke but swallow, the taste of him bitter and hot, flooding my mouth. He pulls out slowly, still half-hard, and smears the last of it across my lips with his thumb.
"Good girl," he breathes, sounding wrecked.
He stumbles back and drops into one of the chairs. It groans under his weight. Before I can catch my breath, Cash is turning me, lifting me, and positioning me on my knees in front of him now.
"Now me," Cash says, gripping my hair. "Clean your mess off my dick."
He thrust past my lips, and the taste fills my mouth. It’s a mix of my own arousal and his, and I can’t help but moan. I’m humiliated by how much my body enjoys this.
"That's it," Cash growls, his hand soft in my hair. "Get every drop. Taste how much you loved it." His hips start to move, slow at first so I can adjust, then deeper and faster. "Look at me," he says. "You love this. This is what you were made for."
Behind me, Damien's hands find my hips, and he pulls me back until I'm on all fours. My ass is in the air while I still suck Cash, his fingers tightening in my hair.
"Stay," Cash orders. "He's not done with you."
Damien's mouth finds me again from behind. This time, he licks up my slit all the way to my back hole. I moan around Cash's cock, the vibration making him hiss out a breath.
"Fuck, do that again," Cash says and pulls back slightly before thrusting deeper.
Damien's tongue circles the puckered hole lazily, teasing, while his fingers push inside my pussy. I rock back and forth between them, unable to control the rhythm. I’m helpless as I’m caught between Cash's grip in my hair and Damien's hands on my hips.
"Can't get enough of her," Damien says, his voice muffled against me.
When Damien crooks his fingers inside me, I moan again, louder this time, and Cash groans in response. When he suddenly pulls his mouth away, I whimper at the loss.
"I want inside her," Damien says, his voice thick.
I close my eyes and let them arrange me, their hands eager once more. I don’t fight it as they turn and position me. Why would I?
They own me. Whether I like it or not.
ChapterFour
DAMIEN
“Sending my nut down your pretty throat wasn’t enough.” I flip Willow over onto her back. She’s on the floor between us, and we hover over her like dogs.
“I don’t know which hole I like better,” Cash says as he pushes back into her mouth.
Willow cries out around his thick length as I thrust into her cunt at the same time.
“God almighty," I say as my hips hammer forward. I go hard on her, and she takes it, coating my dick with her pussy juice. “You broke her in real good for me, brother. Popped that cherry and let me right in.”
“Her mouth is like a goddamn shop vac. She’s gonna suck my dick clean off.” Cash has to catch his breath as she fucks past her lips.
