Page 232 of Sincerely, Butterfly

“Beg me,” Jasper demands. “Beg me for what you want.”

“Please,” I do as Jasper wants without an ounce of shame. “Please, let me cum. I don’t care how or with what. I just need to cum.”

A low rumbling growl rattles in his chest, making my core clench with need.

He steps forward, sliding his foot between my legs until my pussy is settled right over his shoe. The pressure against my clit has me lighting up like a fucking Christmas tree. I moan like a slut, rocking my hips, rubbing my pussy against it.

“Then work for it,” he commands me. “Grind that messy cunt against my shoe and make yourself cum like the desperate little slut you are.”

Wesley shoves my head back down, forcing me to take Jasper’s cock again, then lets go of me, letting me take over to do the work.

This is so fucked up, and why do I love it so much?

Slowly, I start to bob my head up and down on his cock, hollowing out my cheeks as I suck, working my tongue over his shaft, and swirling around the tip before taking him all the way down my throat and swallowing around his shaft.

I watch him, and the way his chest heaves with every bob of my head. His nostrils flare as he stares down at me like he wants to destroy me.

Fucked up thing is, I’d let him.

Watching Jasper being so affected by my mouth has me rolling my hips, needing some relief. The pressure against my clit sends a jolt of pleasure through me, making me moan around his length.

“So fucking sexy,” Sylas grunts, and I can hear the sound of his hand working his cock over.

I feel delirious, so drunk on the high of this moment.

With every shift of my hips, the pleasure inside me spikes, growing more intense, to the point that I’m full on riding his foot. My pussy glides across it with ease, so turned on by all of this that I’m soaked.

“You can hear how wet she is,” Wesley groans. “She’s soaking your shoe, Jasper, making a mess of it.”

“You don’t have any shame, do you? Do you hear that? Do you hear how wet you are?” he grunts, thrusting his hips forward.

I moan around his shaft, sucking harder, moving faster until I’m frantically rutting against his foot.

The sounds of my wet cunt and the sloppy blowjob I’m giving are all I can hear as I work myself towards the orgasm that’s just out of reach.

My eyes flick to the side, watching Sylas beside Jasper jerking himself, getting off at the sight of me on my knees, degrading myself for them, while Wesley is on Jasper’s other side, doing the same.

Three powerful men stand over me while I’m on my knees, taking the scraps they are willing to give me.

I pull off Jasper and try to reach for Sylas’cock, but I’m met with a slap across the face. “You’re not fucking done,” Jasper snaps, gripping my hair and bringing my mouth back to his cock.

My face stings and my head throbs, but it only adds to the overwhelming amount of sensations coursing through me.

Closing my eyes, I focus on my orgasm while I do my best to continue sucking Jasper’s cock. I’m getting my release if it’s the last thing I do.

Every little demeaning thing pushes me closer and closer to my release.

Every thrust of my hips grinds my clit, and it sets every cell in me on fire.

I feel my orgasm building to the point I feel like I can’t breath and my movements start to grow choppy, more urgent. I’m right there, right fucking there.

“It would be a shame if I told you to stop,” Jasper chuckles, making me sob out in frustration around his cock. I try to move faster, chasing that release like it’s the air I need to fucking breathe, afraid he just might do what he’s threatened. If he did, I think I might die.

Am I being dramatic? Yes. But let's switch positions, and then you can tell me if you’d feel any different!

He laughs at me.Fucking laughs!But I’ll be getting the last laugh, because with the next roll of my hips, I’m falling over the edge, soaring through the fucking sky right up to heaven.

I sob around his cock, my pussy pulsing around nothing as I cum hard on his shoe. My body shakes, and I feel lightheaded from the lack of air.