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“He asked you a question.” Saint grips my chin, turning my face to look at him. “Please, what?”

“Fuck me,” I say in a rush. “Use me. Fill me with your cum. I want to be your good dirty little whore. God, please.”

“Fucking hell,” Maverick growls, and it’s a dangerous one that has my thighs coating with my arousal. “You want us so fucking bad, Bunny?” Maverick steps forward. He grabs a handful of my hair roughly, making me whimper at the bite of pain. “Then open up like a good little whore.”

I do, opening my mouth wide as I stick my tongue out for him. Maverick lets out a primal sound that has me preening. He taps the tip of his cock against my tongue. “Remember to breathe through your nose.” That's all he says before he thrusts forward.

“Fuuuuck,” he snarls as he forces his cock down my throat. I gag around his length, my jaw screaming in protest, lips stinging from the stretch.

He wastes no time as he starts to fuck my mouth. “That’s it,” he grunts. “Choke on it, fucking gag.” He tosses his head back, getting lost in the feeling.

My body hums with pleasure, pleased to see how good I’m making him feel. I do my best to breathe through my nose, but it’s hard when there’s so much going on.

When his thrusts start to grow more punishing, I start to panic. My eyes water as spit drips down my chin.

He pulls out, and I gasp for air, coughing a little. I hardly get a chance to breathe before I’m being spun around. I look up at Saint with blurry eyes.

“Look at you,” he murmurs, his thumb brushing against my lip. “You look like a fucking mess.” He replaces his thumb with the tip of his cock, smearing his pre-cum against my lips.

My tongue pokes out, swiping it off for a taste. A primal sound rattles in his chest.

“You’re ours, Little Bunny.” Saint grips my jaw, forcing my mouth open. “And we’re never fucking letting you go.” He thrusts forward, letting out a sexy groan that has me sobbing around his cock.

He holds his length down my throat, and I struggle to breathe, nostrils flaring as I try to take in air through my nose. But it’s not enough. Fear has my whole body breaking out in tingles.

“Shhhh,” Saint coos. “That’s it.” He brushes my hair back. “Relax. Swallow for me, baby.”

I take a moment to collect myself and then swallow around his cock. The sound I’m rewarded with has some of the anxiety leaving me, replaced with a burning need.

Slowly, Saint pulls out until the tip of his cock rests on my tongue before thrusting back in. He does it over and over again, his lids growing heavy, eyes drooping.

When he starts to move faster, that's when he pulls out. “Your mouth is too fucking perfect,” he grunts. “Gonna cum if I keep fucking your mouth like this. And I want all my seed to be inside you. Not a fucking drop wasted.”

Saint spins the table, and it feels like my head does somersaults. I’m drunk on lust, and I’m so turned on, so fucking horny that I think I might cry if I don’t get a cock inside me.

“Do you know how fucking sexy you look right now, Little Bunny?” Shepherd has a crazy look in his eyes that both terrifies and excites me. He grabs a handful of my hair, yanking my head up. “I’m so damn gone for you. When it comes to you, I lose all sense of sanity.” His lips curl into a sinister grin. “Not that I had much to begin with.” He winks, then he’s pressing his cock against my lips, shoving his way forward. “Be a good little slut and take my fucking cock too.” He thrusts forward, making me gag.

Fucking hell, why do they all have to be so big?

That’s not something I thought I’d ever be complaining about.

Shepherd shows no restraint, going rougher, harder, faster than his brothers.

He’s also more vocal. “Fuck yes. Take it,” he chants, with this look in his eyes that has me questioning if he’s even himself right now. “Take my fucking cock, you whore. Dirty little slut. Mine. You’re fucking mine, Cove. And I’ll kill any man who looks at you.” His hips snap forward quickly. All I’m able to do is gag, the sounds I’m making aren’t human.

“You drive me fucking crazy. So good. Could live in this mouth. Fuck. Fuck!”

“Do not cum in her mouth,” Maverick commands.

“Don’t tell me what to fucking do,” Shepherd snarls back, his grip on my hair painful.

The fucked up part is, even though I’m seconds away from passing out due to lack of oxygen, I’m loving every moment. I’m messy, needy, and fucking desperate.

I’m shaking with want, my pussy is dripping with my arousal.

I want more, so much fucking more.

As my vision starts to go spotty, Shep’s cock leaves my mouth. I slump forward, my cheek pressing against the table. I take in gasping breaths, eyes closed as I cough.