Page 187 of Boys Who Hunt

Guilty for the lust taking over my entire being.

Guilty for the promise I made myself that I would never fall for any of these boys.

God.

It’s too late.

It’s entirely too late.

My fingers curl underneath Heath’s shirt, equally as desperate to touch him too after he so deliberately played with me. He pulls his shirt over his head in one go, exposing his muscular body riddled with tattoos and piercings on each nipple.

Before I can even process what I just did, he slams his lips back on mine, fingers splaying on the back of my head as they thread through my hair, his breath ragged, unhinged.

“Please … let us have you,” Max moans behind me, kissing my back as his hands curl around my body to fondle my breasts. “Fuck, you’re so pretty. I can’t stop touching you.”

“I’m not just a toy,” I mutter between their kisses, desperately trying to cling to my self-worth, which is quickly dropping to the floor along with Max’s shirt and pants.

“No. You’reourtoy. No one else is allowed to touch you,” Heath groans.

I tug at his waistband, tearing down what little self-respect I had left as his pierced cock springs free.

“Fuck, I want to be inside you. Now.” Heath hops onto the pool table and drags me along with him, grasping my legs as he props me up on top of him.

Within seconds, I’m lowered on top of his length, and my stifled moan is swallowed up by Max’s hungry kisses. His mouth covers mine as Heath fucks me hard and fast, wasting no time to claim me.

“Come here,” he barks at Max. “Fuck her wet little pussy, just like last time. Together.”

Max gleefully obliges, spreading my legs even farther as he positions himself between my legs and pushes the tip inside.

“Oh God, I can feel every ridge,” I say as he slowly enters me.

It’s so full but so fulfilling too.

“Don’t stop,” Heath growls. “Fuck her like you mean it. I know you want to.”

Heath eggs him on until he finally loses control, and I gasp as Max thrusts in to the base, burying himself inside me to the hilt together with Heath.

“Fuck!” I groan.

“Oh shit, I can feel your piercings,” Max moans against my ear.

Heath leans forward and slams his lips onto Max while I’m sandwiched between them, like a literal fuck doll.

And I don’t even despise myself anymore for loving it.

Fuck, I need this. Whatever it is, I need more of it. So much fucking more.

“Please …” I whimper as they pull out, only to thrust back in together.

“God, I love it when you beg,” Heath groans as he sucks on my earlobe. “Show her how much you love her, Max. Let me see the fucking devotion.”

Max smashes his lips on mine, and I moan into his mouth as he brings his fingers to my slit and starts rubbing me.

“That’s it, make her come while she’s being railed by the two of us,” Heath groans. “Make her fucking want it.”

Max flicks my clit like he knows exactly how to make me squirm, his eyes fully homed in on me as though he enjoys watching me fall apart on Heath’s dick.

“Come all over our fucking cocks, slut,” Heath groans.