Page 54 of Fatal Fantasy

Thankfully, I thought ahead and ordered a bottle of lube, the optimistic in me hopeful that we’d eventually find ourselves in a moment like this again.

“Stay just like that, baby girl,” I say, rummaging through my suitcase while Massi whispers in her ear, and sweet giggles echo around the room.

“All the way,” he says aloud, positioning himself on his knees in front of her, cock waiting as she takes him into her mouth with a vicious smile painted on her face.

Massi watches carefully as I spread the lube across her tight hole, easing two fingers inside and instantly feeling the muscles clench.

Her body reacts to my intrusion, a stream of goosebumps erupting along her tan skin, but she doesn’t slow her pace, still bobbing her head while Massi’s hands tangle in her curls.

Months ago, we claimed her in a similar scenario, silently vowing that we’d be a trio forever, but that was cruelly stolen from us, delaying the forever we’d promised to one another.

We’ve been given another chance to rewrite history, and change the way our story ends, but if the universe thinks I’ll go down a second time without a fight, it’s sadly mistaken.

TWENTY-SIX

CARTER

As I find myself right back in a position that led to the destruction of my soul, I should be terrified that it may very well be the last time I ever get to be with my boys, but instead, I’m choosing to lose myself in the pleasure only they can provide.

Asking them to fuck me is the easy part, opening up and showing them my vulnerable sides has proven to be achievable, but this final step – accepting the love, kindness, and tender hearts they selflessly grant – is the mountain I’m preparing to climb.

Before Tyson and Jasper waltzed into my life, I’d never been praised for anything beyond my skills, training, or ruthless attitude.

After they crashed my party, I was shown what it’s like when the insides of your soul can be read, attended too, and most importantly, appreciated.

Since returning to California, I’ve missed the gentle ways in which they make everything sound like a compliment, almost too guilty to even consider the possibility that someone else may be able to replicate their praise, but now that they’ve rescued me, I have to remember how to accept what it is they give.

It was hard enough to conform to the first time around, to truly let myself be cared for, but this time, I’m not fighting them tooth and nail.

Instead, I’m battling the parts of myself that think I’m unworthy, or not deserving, because of what I did to them, and the torture I endured.

“I’ve missed you so fucking much, Principessina,” Jasper rasps, his fists in my hair as I gag around his cock, the thrusts of his hips forcing me to take him all the way.

A sharp stinging, in stride with Jasper’s confessions, jolt me back into reality as every single muscle in my body tenses, the anticipation of Tyson sinking into my ass for the first time slamming the thoughts right out of my head.

The only thing I can do is moan, but my boys are always more clued into my body language than I am, so when Tyson spreads my legs a bit further apart and runs his fingers down my spine, he must read the signals I’m giving off, a satisfied hum coming from his chest.

“She’s ready,” he says, a deep growl hiding in the tone of his voice, and I feel Jasper’s cock twitch as he slowly pulls out of my mouth, his thrusts coming to a complete stop as I desperately suck in a breath of air.

“What a beautiful fucking sight you are, my little temptress of death. You’re doing so good,” Jasper breathes against my neck, the sensation of being stretched stealing every ounce of oxygen I just inhaled.

Even with the tip, Tyson is monstrous, and if I hadn’t already come twice, I’d be much more terrified of how he’s possibly going to fit inside me, but Jasper’s touch keeps me relaxed to a point where I can take it.

“Jesus fucking Christ, baby girl. Does that feel good?” Tyson asks, his length pushing through the final ring of muscle, forcing his way inside at a gentle pace.

“It feels … it feels perfect,” I pant, unable to contain the whines and whimpers pouring out of me.

“Show us how proud you are to be ours, Carter. Let me hear those beautiful sounds you make because of what my brother is doing to you.” Jasper’s palm snakes around my throat, lifting my head off the mattress as I absorb his words, a yelp, followed by a guttural moan, escaping my lips.

Jasper’s face breaks out in a shit-eating grin, pleased by my instant submission, but that can be attributed to the absolute ravaging Tyson’s delivering behind me, not to anything I have control over.

“You’re our perfect girl, aren’t you, Carter?” Tyson roars, his thrusts becoming erratic, and the fire in my belly only grows, my head going dizzy as the orgasm builds.

The only thing I can manage is a moan in response, but two sharp slaps land on my ass cheeks, the sensation forcing a scream from my throat, and Jasper finds the perfect moment to slip his cock back between my lips, thrusting until I choke and cough around him.

“Don’t stop sucking his cock, baby girl, not until you swallow every drop of cum he’s saved all for you,” Tyson commands, the deep huskiness in his voice sending me over the edge, my vision dancing alight with stars as I’m catapulted into another orgasm.

My body trembles against the sheets, and the new sensation of cumming from only anal has my mouth permanently popped open with nothing but strangled moans erupting from my chest.