Page 277 of Sincerely, Butterfly

Taking a deep breath, I let him lie back, taking me with him. Sylas and Wesley help adjust me until I’m fully on top of him, my back to his front.

After a second of adjusting, I feel Jasper’s cock slide inside me.

My eyes flutter closed as I moan, loving the stretch of this thick cock.

If my sex drive was bad before, it’s gotten so much worse. All I want is sex, to cum over and over again, having never-ending orgasms.

And these three have never once complained, happy to satiate my hunger.

“Now be a good little sacrifice and let us use you,” Jasper growls in my ear as he thrusts inside me again and again.

I lay there and take it, his hand wrapping around my throat, grunting in my ear as he comes undone.

Someone parts my legs, and my eyes flutter open. Sylas steps between them, and my heart starts to race. For a second, I think maybe he’s going to eat me out while Jasper fucks me, but then he’s bringing his cock to my pussy.

My eyes widen, and my heart stutters as I let out a loud whimper when Sylas pushes his cock into me, right alongside Jasper’s.

I gasp, the feeling of being full almost too much. It stings, the stretch of my pussy to accommodate them both.

“Fucking hell,” Sylas groans.

“So tight,” Jasper grunts.

They don’t give me time to adjust, we don’t have it, even if they wanted to.

People are watching, expecting the guys to do their job.

“That's it, baby,” Jasper whispers in my ear so low that no one else hears us. “You’re doing so good. Fuck, I love you. I love our daughter. I fucking love my life.” He groans as Sylas starts to move inside me.

My heart is full, my body relaxing against his as the two of them start to fuck me.

When Sylas thrusts in, Jasper pulls out, then they switch.

It doesn’t take long before they find a rhythm and are pounding into me like two wild animals.

“Don’t forget about me, little sacrifice,” Wesley teases, slapping my face.

My eyes pop open, and I lean my head back to see him looming over me, cock in hand.

I don’t even need to be told what to do. I open my mouth, eager to suck him down my throat.

Wesley wraps both hands around my throat and shoves his cock past my lips, making me take him all the way down in one go.

I gag around his shaft, trying to steady my breathing as the three of them use me. I’m their sacrifice, to do with as they please, to use how they want. To mark, to fuck, to be whatever I need to be for their god.

But to me, they’re my gods. My men. My everything.

The sensations rushing through me are a lot, my head spins, my heart pounds, and my blood is pumping.

I feel everything, like all the cells in my body are lit up like a Christmas tree. I feel them everywhere, on me, inside me.

Sylas and Jasper work my pussy like a well-oiled machine while Wesley fucks my throat with vigor.

“Look at you,” Wesley growls. “Taking their cocks like a good little sacrifice. You should see them, Little Rabbit, the way they stretch your pussy open. Do they feel good? Do they feel good as they fucking wreck you from the inside?”

I try to answer, crying out around his shaft as someone starts to play with my clit, but it just comes out as choked, incoherent gargles.

“She feels so fucking good,” Sylas snarls. “The perfect sacrifice. Our sacrifice. Isn’t that right?”