Page 120 of Sincerely, Butterfly

The hardwood floors scrape against my back, adding to the pain of his punishing thrusts.

As my body and mind catch up to the moment, it doesn’t take long before pleasure mixes with the pain.

My eyes close, my body relaxes, and I let this monster do with me as he pleases.

He ruts into me like he can’t get enough. Every glide of his pierced cock against my sensitive walls push me towards my third orgasm of the night.

My body is sore, overstimulated, and tired. But I don’t try to get away. I want that release that builds with every work of his hips.

The tip of his cock rubs against my sweet spot, and the way he grinds against my clit every time he thrusts inside me adds to the sparks of pleasure.

He never lets go of my breast, grunting and growling against it as he fucks me.

“Fuck,” I whimper, this time able to speak with no restriction. “Oh god. Yes. Fuck me, Wesley. I’m yours. Use me. Own me. Fuck!”

He growls louder, his hand gripping my hip as he ruts into me.

My eyes close, allowing myself to feel every sensation inside me.

I smile, knowing I’ve gotten to be with every one of them tonight. That I’m leaving here with their release inside me, and their marks left on my body and soul.

I’m not sure if they will remember any of this, and while I’d hate for them not to, I hope they don’t.

I’m not ready for them to know how I feel about them. I still have so much left to do until they’re ready to be mine.

One night with them like this isn’t going to be enough for them to be convinced. They will realize when they have a clear mind what they did, and I could be at risk of losing them.

I’m counting on them waking up and thinking they had a wild night with the girl who they hired, the girl who looks like me.

Wesley lets out a long, loud groan and then he’s cumming inside me. His cock pulsing with every rope of cum that fills me.

His orgasm sets off mine. I take in a gasping breath as a smaller, less intense climax hits me. Pleasure ripples through me, pussy quivering around him as I whimper out my release.

Wesley lets go of my breast and rolls off me with a groan. I lay there, trying to catch my breath, my body humming, my mind racing.

I lay there for a little while, covered in sweat, heart racing, and my body buzzing. With a dopey smile, I stare up at the ceiling, basking in the afterglow of some of the best sex of my life.

Okay, granted it’s only the second time I’ve had sex. But it was still mind-blowing.

Wait, would this be the fourth time I had sex because last time Sylas and Wesley only used my mouth, but this time they fucked me, like actually fucked me.

Does oral sex count as sex? Or is it sexual acts?

“Nola?” Callie hisses.

My eyes snap open, and I jolt upright. “Fuck.” My gaze darts around the room, finding the guys passed out again.

Jumping to my feet, I ignore the rush of cum that spills down my thighs and grab for my clothes. Quickly, I get dressed and grab the bag with the blood. Looking around the room, I make sure nothing is left behind before taking one last look at my men.

Jasper is lying on one of the couches, his pants still on but cock out. Wesley is on the ground, next to where I just was, lying on his stomach, butt ass naked.

And Sylas is sitting on the other couch, naked, with his mouth open as he snores.

“Nola?” Callie hisses. “I know everyone is naked, and I don’t want to risk seeing my brother's dick, so could you hurry up, please!”

“Shit. Sorry.” I spin around and dart out of the hotel room.

“About time,” Callie mutters. “You were not kidding about how long it can take. That was what, twenty minutes I’ve been waiting. Thank god, I had earplugs or I’d been hearing things that would make it hard to look you in the eyes.”