Page 118 of Sincerely, Butterfly

I might be on top, but I’m not the one in charge.

He says nothing as he uses me. The look in his eyes says he’s long gone, lost to his desires.

I’m aware I can’t breathe very well, that my lungs are struggling to get air, and my heart is racing so fast it feels like it’s going to burst out of my chest.

But I don’t care.

Watching him come undone for me like this, losing control while he’s inside me. It’s enough to make me cum.

And that's what I do. Everything is too much. All these sensations trying to override the others cause the pressure inside me to explode.

I try to gasp in a breath, but I can’t. My eyes roll back as pure white hot pleasure blankets my body.

My pussy grips his cock like a vise, trembling around him as my body jerks in his hold.

This orgasm is unlike anything I’ve felt before. I almost pass out as my head spins. It feels like I’m being electrocuted, every cell inside me alive.

“I wish you were real,” Sylas growls.

I want to tell him I am real. That I’m right here. I’m his, he’s mine. But I can’t speak.

Even though I’m still climaxing, I start to panic that I’m going to die. I can’t breathe now, unable to catch my breath.

But thankfully, Sylas lets go of my throat, and I suck in a gasping breath.

He brings his hand down to my hip and uses both hands to rock me roughly over his cock.

Then he holds me against him, his cock buried to the hilt.

He tosses his head back, lips parting as one of the hottest moans leaves his lips.

His body tenses, and his cock pulses inside me. I feel every jerk as his cum fills me.

My body feels like it’s alive, like every nerve inside me is lit up.

My chest heaves as I continue to struggle to take in breaths.

I don’t even get to enjoy the high, the blissed out look on Sylas’ face as he slumps back against the couch, chest heaving, eyes closed, and a smile on his face, when I’m being ripped off his lap.

I go to scream, but a hand slaps over my mouth. I’m being tossed onto the other couch.

I go down with a whimper, my eyes wide and aware of the very dangerous man over me.

His hand is on my mouth again, his murderous gaze glaring down at me. “What are you doing here, Lotus Flower?” Jasper snarls. He’s got a crazed look in his eyes, but I can tell he’s high, his eyes bloodshot red. “You made a big mistake coming here tonight.” He rips my legs apart, then works at freeing his shaft. “You walked right into the lion's den.” He shifts his body so that he’s between my legs. His lips curve into a cruel smile. “Now you’re paying the price,” he growls, then thrusts forward.

I scream against his palm at the pain of his cock forcing its way inside me. Everything is so sensitive, it’s too much.

But Jasper doesn’t care. He growls as he fucks into me roughly. “Fucking whore.” he growls. “Your pussy dripping with my brother's seed, yet your cunt gripping my cock like it can’t get enough. You want my cock, Lotus Flower? You want my cum?”

Lotus Flower. Fuck. I love it. He has a nickname for me.

It causes my pussy to clench around him, turning me on despite how cruel he’s being right now.

If anything, it just makes me ache for more.

“Do you know how long we’ve wanted to watch you break for us?” Jasper grunts, his breathing heavy, brows pitched. “To mark your perfect skin? To watch you fucking bleed for us?”

I moan, my eyes rolling back.