Page 63 of Sincerely, Butterfly

Finally, the tongue on my pussy eases, and I take in lungfuls of air as my body collapses against the stone. A feeling of warmth and happiness flows through me, my body satisfied and content. I knew being with them would be amazing, and this is only the beginning.

“Are you done?” Jasper grunts.

“Sorry, brother. Couldn’t help myself,” Sylas chuckles. “She’s all yours.”

My eyes drift open, landing on Jasper, who takes his place between my legs.

Grabbing my knees, he shoves them up until they’re leveled with my ears, making me gasp. “This is my favorite part,” he murmurs. The voices of the men around us still echo around the room while they continue chanting the same thing over and over again. “To watch my cock rip into this tight little cunt, tearing you open and making you fucking bleed. You going to bleed for me, little lamb? Are you going to paint my cock red like a goodlittle sacrifice?”

I’m not sure if this is a rhetorical question, or not, but I answer anyway. “Y-yes.” My whisper is more of a moan. “Please.” I find myself begging him, needing this, needing him inside me. I’m his. He is mine.

“Mhhm.” Wesley lowers his head, whispering close to my ear, “Don’t sound too eager, little lamb. You sound desperate, like a dirty little whore.”

For them, I guess I am. I can’t help it. Am I supposed to be a scared girl? I want this. I crave their touch. I need them inside me. If they want some kind of resistance from me, I don’t think I’m even capable of giving it to them.

When he stands back up, my gaze drifts towards him, and I whimper at the sight of him wrapping his hand around his cock, stroking his massive length from root to tip.

He’s big and pierced all the way down to the bottom of his shaft.

My mouth waters, wanting to know what it would feel like in my mouth as he gags me with his cock.

Wanting to see what he might do, I open my mouth and stick out my tongue.

He lets out a low, feral groan.

“What a good fucking girl.” His voice is rough with need, and he wastes no time taking my invitation. He grabs a handful of my hair, yanking my head up. The pain causes me to scream out, and he lets out a feral sound of satisfaction. “Open wide, little lamb.” That’s all the warning I get before he’s thrusting forward, forcing his entire length down my throat.

My eyes slam shut as I gag and cough around his cock, tears stinging my eyes as I struggle to breathe through my nose.

Sylas lets out a cruel laugh, like he enjoys my suffering. “That’s it, little lamb. Scream around his cock. Gag for us, fucking choke on it,” he growls. The way Wesley fucks my face, there’s nothing nice about it.

It’s rough and brutal with the way his grip on me is punishing, and with no surprise to me, I fucking love it.

To be claimed by this beast of a man, to make him lose control like this, is an honor.

“She’s fucking dripping,” Sylas groans.

“Shut up,” Jasper hisses before I get a slap to the side of my face. My eyes open, trying to look over at Jasper, who leans forward. “Act like a whore, and you will be treated like one. Do you understand me?”

I try to nod, not sure if I’m supposed to agree to that statement or not, but I can’t move. I have no control over my head as Wesley continues to thrust inside my mouth.

The sounds that leave me aren't pretty, but it seems to be the kind of response that Wesley wants.

My eyes flick back up to him, wishing I could see the look on his face as he takes his pleasure.

Jasper takes advantage of my momentary distraction.

My eyes widen in horror as pain ricochets through my body, as something forces its way inside me. My back bows off the stone as I scream around Wesley’s cock. Two hands hold me down as my body starts to thrash, trying to get away from the pain.

“Shh,” Sylas purrs. “Be a good little sacrifice and take it. Fuck, you should see how you bled for him. The way your pretty red blood coats his cock. So beautiful.”

Hot tears spill down my cheeks, snot dripping from my nose as Wesley doesn’t even waver, his sounds of pleasure growing more animalistic with every thrust.

“Do not cum in her mouth,” Jasper demands, sounding strained as he continues his punishing thrusts inside me. Every stroke of his cock feels like he’s tearing me from the inside out.

Wesley makes a sound of protest before he pulls out of my mouth. I gasp in air, struggling to catch my breath as I cough.

His hand is on his cock as he works himself over, hand moving fast.