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“She’s begging for it,” Burlap Sack rasps, feeling the vibration. “She wants to get fucked proper.”
“She’s going to,” White Mask promises, his voice strained. “I’m gonna fill this dirty mouth first. You feel that, Lila? I’m gonna come all over that tongue. You’re gonna swallow every fucking drop.”
His thrusts lose their rhythm, becoming jerky, urgent. Burlap Sack matches his pace, the two of them driving into me, fighting for space in my mouth, their grunts and curses mingling above me. The pressure builds, the taste of them overwhelming my senses.
I am nothing but a mouth, a hole, a prize being claimed.
White Mask is the first to break. “Fuck! Lila, here it comes, take it, take my fucking?—”
Burlap Sack isn’t far behind, his body going rigid. “Open wide, slut, take us both! Swallow it!”
Their release hits my tongue in hot, pulsing waves, one after the other, mixing together. I swallow frantically, again and again, the taste of them flooding me, marking me from the inside out.
They thrust through their orgasms, fucking their cum deeper into my mouth until I’ve taken every last drop.
They pull out, both of them breathing heavily. I gasp for air, my jaw aching, my lips bruised and swollen, cum and spit smeared across my face.
White Mask looks down at me, his chest heaving. “Good girl.” He tucks himself away.
Burlap Sack just grunts, wiping the head of his cock on my lips before doing the same. They both turn to look at Black Mask, who has risen to his feet, sill stroking himself slowly.
“Your turn to watch,” White Mask says, his voice dripping with possessiveness. He grabs my hips, yanking me backwards until I’m flush against him. “This cunt is mine.”
Black Mask’s hand stills on his cock. “Is it?”
CHAPTER 12
ADRIAN
Her nod was so fucking small.
A pathetic little twitch of her head against the corn stalks, but it was enough.
It was a fucking green light.
That’s my girl.
My cock throbbed, a painful, eager pulse against my zipper. The fight with Elias was just noise, a quick release of competitive fire, but it settled nothing.
All it did was prove what I already knew… We all want her. We’re all going to take her, but I’m taking her first.
Harlan steps back, a low chuckle grating from behind his sack. He knows the hierarchy. He’s accepted it. For now.
But Lila… my Lila… she sees her moment. Her wide, terrified eyes dart between us, and in that split second of our shifted attention, she moves. A sudden, desperate scramble, all flailing limbs and rustling corn.
She’s up and running before any of us can get a hand on her.
A sharp, hot spike of anger lances through me.
You little fucking bitch.After everything. After you begged for it. You’re going to run?
It’s not anger, not really. It’s pure, undiluted hunger.
The chase is back on, and it’s always the best part.
I’m moving before the others, shoving past Burlap’s solid form. “Mine,” I snarl, not sure if it’s for them or for me.
Her naked form is a pale flicker between the dark stalks, a ghost I have to catch. I can hear her choppy breaths, the panicked rustle of her running.