Page 159 of The Bounty

It’s too much.

“That’s right, baby,” Brock groans, his tone impossibly low. “Come on, can you come again for us?”

Killian’s tongue reaches lower, and he lifts my hips with his hands.

“Oh!” I gasp, as Brock sucks at my gland again, like it’s another clit.

But there’s a sensation at my ass, a tongue licking at my delicate, sensitive hole, and I see stars.

No one’s licked me there, and it surprises me how incredible it feels.

Killian might love it more than I do. I feel him groan into my hole, and his scent intensifies as he enjoys my ass.

“Yes,” Brock hisses in my ear. “Come for us.”

I shake and wail, slick gushing out of me, but Killian holds me in place, gripping my hips roughly as his mouth continues his assault on me.

Nothing should feel this good.Nothing.

The next moments are a blur. I close my eyes as I feel Killian’s fingers gather up my slick, then slide lower to where his tongue is.

“Oh, God,” I gasp, and I feel something hard and warm against my cheek as the weight next to my head shifts.

“Stretch her ass,” Brock commands.

Killian slowly works me open, his finger a slow and deep stretch. I groan as Killian growls.

“Fuck yes,” he hisses. “Your tight little asshole is swallowing my finger.”

I open my eyes to see Brock kneeling next to me, his cock hard and demanding, inches from my face.

I don’t hesitate. I salivate as I take him in my mouth, pushing him down my throat. He roars, and I hum around his cock as Killian starts to push a second finger into my tight hole.

The room fills with the sounds of my sucking, Killian groaning and Brock moaning.

Brock pushes his cock deeper into my throat, and I hold my breath and fight against the gag reflex.

“Fuck, fuck,” Brock chants, as Killian pushes both fingers deep into my ass.

“Look at that,” Killian marvels, working his fingers in and out. “Your ass is perfect, baby. I can’t wait to knot it.”

Oh, God.

I sputter on Brock’s cock, removing my mouth and lowering my tongue to suck on his balls. He jolts, hissing, as I take each into my mouth, alternating and licking the seam of his sac.

“Holyshit,” he chokes out, as Killian’s fingers work faster. “Baby, you’re so fucking good at that—”

My orgasm hits out of nowhere, my cunt clenching on nothing, dripping slick down Killian’s hand. Brock takes the opportunity to position his cock back at my mouth, and a third finger slides into my ass.

This is insanity.

After my release hits, I’m drained, still desperate for their knots, but slowly growing weak. Brock removes his cock, still rock hard, and smooths my hair back from my forehead.

“You’re doing so well,” he promises. “Do you want to keep going? Or do you want to rest?”

Despite his arousal, his amber eyes are gentle.

Killian keeps his fingers inside me, working me gently. “Tell us what you need, baby,” he says, licking a stripe up my slit. I shiver and he chuckles against me. “What do you want?”