Page 219 of Sincerely, Butterfly

Sylas looks up at me and grimaces.

Nola’s eyes widen. “Have you had Garrett watching over us this whole time?”

I narrow my eyes. “We’re the ones doing the questioning,” I snap.

“Wait. If you killed the girl, did you do it after we fucked her?” Wesley asks.

“You didn’t fuck that girl,” Nola said.

“Oh, we did,” Sylas counters. “Otherwise, how do you explain the cum that was dried on our bodies?”

Nola smiles, biting her lip. “That would be because it was me you fucked.”

My eyes widen, snapping up to the others before going back down to her. “We fucked you?”

She nods her head slowly. “You were pretty out of it. That wasn’t my plan, but when I tripped over Wesley’s foot and landed in Sylas’ lap… he kinda woke up. He thought he was hallucinating me, and I couldn’t just turn down sex with you three. Do you know how much I've been dying to have you inside me again?”

“Who the fuck are you, Nola Edwards?” I ask on a low growl, leaning back in my chair. “Because everything we thought we knew about you was wrong.”

“Then get to know me, for real this time. Stop running, and just accept the fact we’re made for one another. I’m yours, Jasper. So take me.” She lifts herself up on her knees, placing her hands on my thighs.

My cock thickens behind my jeans, pressing against my slacks.

My heart starts to race, arousal flooding me as she moves her dainty hands to my fly. “Let me apologize for keeping this from you.” She pulls down my zipper. “I won't lie again. No more secrets. I promise.”

“You want to show me you’re sorry?” I ask as she takes my thick, heavy cock out.

She wraps her hand around my length, giving it a squeeze.

I suck in a breath, holding back a growl.

“Then show me.” I grab her hair again, shoving her head down and forcing her on my cock.

She gags as I hold her down, forcing her to take all of me down her throat.

I let out a deep, heady moan. Her hot, wet mouth wrapped around my cock, feeling so damn good.

Lifting her up, I only allow her to breathe for a second before shoving her back down. Gathering her hair out of her eyes and into my fist, I look at her through hooded eyes as she looks up at me through her lashes.

Without a word, I force her down over and over again to take my cock, making her choke on it.

The sounds she makes, the feeling of her saliva dripping down my cock and balls as her tears spill down her face, have me coming undone. I hold her head still between my palms as I start to thrust into her mouth, fucking her throat like it’s my own personal sex toy.

The sounds she makes are wet and dirty, gagging on my cock and her spit.

“Look at you,” I grunt, burying her nose into the hairs at the base of my cock. “You’re a fucking mess,” I snarl, pulling her off and letting her gasp for air before doing it again and again.

Every time she takes me all the way, she swallows around my shaft, driving me fucking wild.

She doesn’t try to fight me off, doesn't tap my thigh to indicate I should stop, she doesn’t protest at all.

“You’re taking it like a good little hole,” I spit. “You look so fucking perfect when you cry, whore. Give them to me, I want all your fucking tears.”

She’s a mess, with snot, tears, and drool coating her face.

But I’ve never seen anything so enchanting.

My thrusts become brutal as I chase my release, my chest heaving, nostrils flaring as I keep my eyes on the girl on her knees for me.