Page 64 of Sincerely, Butterfly

Then I watch as his body stiffens and a low, deep groan leaves him. His cock pulses in his hand, ropes of white cum shoot out and land all over my breasts and face.

“My turn,” Sylas chuckles. I don’t even get a chance to know what's going on before Sylas is grabbing my face and placing his cock between my lips. “Breathe through your nose,” he says, sounding amused, before he thrusts in. I gag as he holds himself down my throat, my nose pressed against the curls at the base of his cock.

Unlike Wesley, Sylas doesn’t fuck my mouth like a madman. He takes his time, pulling all the way out before thrusting back in, holding my head as he bottoms out and stays there, forcing me to swallow around his length. He moans, “Fuck yes. You're doing so good, little lamb. Just like that.”

Again and again, Sylas tortures me in all the best ways.

The pain between my legs ebbs away, the punishing thrusts of Jasper becoming more pleasurable by the second.

The feeling of his thick cock filling me with every thrust has the fire inside me burning to life again.

I lay there, being used by two of my men while the third’s cum cools against my skin.

I almost forget about the room full of other men as the need inside me grows.

“Fuck,” Sylas groans. “So fucking good.”

It’s hard to breathe, and my nostrils flare as I struggle to take in breaths. My head is fuzzy, the lack of oxygen getting to me.

“Don’t fucking kill her,” Jasper growls, his thrusts growing more and more rough.

“I… fuck… I don’t,” Sylas groans. “Almost there. Fuck. Yes. Ugh.” He pulls out of my mouth, and I gasp for air as Sylas is the next to find his release.

Unlike Wesley, he doesn’t let me go, gripping my chin and forcing my mouth open as he cums all over my face and mouth.

“Mhmm.” He gives me a satisfied hum, his chest heaving from his climax. “You look pretty all white.” He reaches down and swipes his fingers where Jasper is inside me. “But you look even better with a little red.” Letting my jaw go, he cradles the back of my head. Bringing two fingers up, I see it covered in blood. My blood. Then he brushes them over my lips, humming with approval before shoving them into my mouth.

I gag around his fingers, forced to taste the copper of my blood.

“Such a good little sacrifice,” he purrs. “It’s been a pleasure using you, little lamb.”

He takes a step back, letting my head go, forcing me to fall back onto the stone.

With the two of them done, I bring my focus to the man between my legs.

My chest heaves as the need inside coils tighter and tighter, my pussy gripping Jasper like a vise. I want him to cum inside me, to mark me as his own.

He lets out a frustrated grunt, like he’s debating if he wants to pull out or fill me with his release.

Disappointment hits me when he pulls out of me, his hand wrapping around his bloody cock.

His movements are stiff and jerky as he strains to get himself off.

Then he rewards me with a sexy, cursed moan as he falls over the edge.

Like the other two, he covers me in his release, painting me with his cum.

They all stand there, chests heaving as they loom over me.

For a moment, I think that's it. That we’re done and this is all over.

I don’t even realize I didn’t get that second orgasm until Sylas’ fingers slip between my legs, thrusting into my aching pussy.

Moaning in pleasure, my eyes fall shut as I revel in the feeling of his fingers moving inside me, his thumb working my clit.

My body buzzes, demanding release as my core clenches around Sylas’ fingers.

It doesn’t take long before I feel the heat in my belly amping back up. I’m about to cum, to get that sweet release I crave. Just as I do, as I fall over the edge and into nirvana, something slices into my upper thigh, making me scream.