Page 247 of Sincerely, Butterfly

I beg and plead, tears spilling down my face, the sounds coming from me are downright pathetic.

“That's it, Lola Girl. Be a good girl and cum for us,” Sylas praises, leaning over.

Chest heaving, I force my eyes open, and I whimper when I see him hold up a needle.

“Stay still for me,” he says before taking the needle and sliding it through my nipple at the same time that Wesley sucks hard on my thigh, and Jasper thrusts the hammer in and out of me, hitting my sweet spot over and over again. With all the combined sensations, I fall over the edge.

My pussy clamps around the hammer, my body shaking as I sob out my release. Every denied release sending it’s own violent wave of pleasure through me now that the floodgates have opened.

Another sharp pain shoots through my other nipple, prolonging my orgasm.

“There we go,” Sylas coos. “So fucking pretty,” I hear him murmur as everything fades to darkness.

When I open my eyes again, all three of them are standing over me, looming over my head.

Sylas lifts something big, some kind of clamp? Then moves behind me. “What are you doing?” I ask as Wesley grabs my head, holding me still.

What is that? What the fuck is that!?

With all the depraved things the guys did to me tonight, I can’t imagine what they could possibly do next, and I start to panic as Sylas puts the metal into my mouth. My jaw is forced open, my mouth gaping wide.

They stand around me, each of them lowering their zippers.

They say nothing as they pull their hard cocks free. I lay there, unmoving, unable to do anything.

I feel like this whole night was a fever dream, like none of this is real.

My vision blurs in and out, as pieces of tonight float in and out of my memory. I whimper, sobs wracking my chest as I try to focus.

With their cocks in their hands, they start to jerk off. Their grunts and groans mix with the sound of the blood pounding in my ears.

Sylas is the first to cum, letting out a long groan as he places the tip of his cock to my open mouth. He cums hard, jets of his release filling my mouth. I gag, trying to swallow, but it’s not easy in this position.

My jaw aches, and tears spill down my cheeks as the panic sets in while I start to choke.

I can’t breathe, and breathing through my nose is a struggle.

My struggle and gagging noises must set Jasper and Wesley off because they find their releases at the same time. Stepping up on either side of my head. Angling their cocks downward, Wesley curses while Jasper growls out as their releases fill my mouth.

I try to swallow, but it gets caught in my throat. I start to choke, gagging more violently.

It’s too much. I can’t breathe. I’m gonna die. I’m gonna die from choking on cum.

My eyes roll back, and the last thought I have before everything goes black is ‘you have got to be fucking kidding me’.

“You’re okay.” Jasper’s soft voice soothes me as I come to. I’m bent over, coughing something up.

“Okay, so that was hot. But also, sorry, Lola Girl,” Sylas says, kneeling in front of me. “Are you okay?”

“Okay?” I rasp. “You almost drowned me with your cum. No. I’m not okay.”

“To be fair, it was pretty fucking hot,” Sylas repeats with a chuckle.

“You’re crazy,” I rasp. “All of you.”

“But did you die?” Wesley asks with a deadpan.

I lift my head, shooting him a glare. All of their masks are off now.