Page 271 of Boys Who Hunt

He thrusts along with Max, both dicks rubbing up against my insides, while Heath twists my nipples just to listen to me squeal.

“I’m gonna come,” Max mutters, and I can feel him explode before he’s even finished his sentence. “F-fuck!”

Heath suddenly drags him away from me while he continues to spurt out cum. “Keep going.”

“How?” Max mutters.

But Heath settles down behind him and directs his cock at my ass instead. “I’ll make you.”

Max is forced into my ass by Heath as he thrusts into Max, and I cry out in both pain and bliss as the two cocks inside me pulsate, one in each hole.

“Greedy little thing … you can’t get enough, can you?” Silas says, pumping away.

“Fuck, you’re so big,” Max moans.

“Shut it, little twink. Take that dick like a good boy,” Heath groans, and I can hear them going at it behind me. “Fuck her like you mean it.”

Max’s pace increases, and he grips my ass to plunge in deeper and deeper while I fight the urge to come again.

“Oh fuck, your ass feels so good,” Max moans.

Silas grips my nipples, pulling me down with him just so he can lavish me with obsessive licks.

“Fucking come for us, then. Come all over our cocks.”

And I do.

Not just from his words but from their dicks filling me up and then some.

“Oh no, I can’t hold it,” Max mewls. “You’re hitting my—”

His words are replaced by a long-drawn-out whimper as his dick throbs inside my ass while Heath pounds into him. Warm cum fills me to the brim.

“Fuck!” Heath pulls out of Max and shoves him aside to thrust into my ass instead just one final time before exploding inside me too. And he leans forward against my back, kissing me softly before collapsing.

Max and Heath are wasted as they sink onto the grass, breathing out of control.

“You’re so fucking filthy just for us,” Silas says, swiftly switching from my pussy to my ass too. “Take my cum too, slut.”

And he roars out loud as he plunges in deep, filling me to the brim a final time.

I slump down on top of him, all my energy completely spent.

My body was destroyed, but my mind … invigorated.

All that’s left are our soft breaths carried away by the wind.

His fingers softly grab a few loose strands of my hair from my forehead, the caress that follows so gentle it nearly makes me want to melt into his skin and stay there like the scar I just created.

“Did you mean it?” I mutter.

“What?” he asks.

“When you said you loved me.”

His eyes flicker with interest as a smile tugs at his lips. “You tell me. Are the words of a liar reliable?”

I lean up, slapping him in the chest. “You did not just say that after making me go through—”