Page 109 of Armen's Prey


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“No!” The word tears out of me, raw and desperate.

All three of them are watching me now. Masks on. Eyes dark. Hungry.

I’m panting, sweating, thighs slick. My hands are pinned. My legs are spread. I’m completely at their mercy.

I try to close my thighs, just a little, just enough to get some pressure, some relief?—

A boot kicks them apart.

“Keep them open,” Sting orders.

I try again, desperate, aching?—

Another kick. Harder this time.

“Spread,” Armen says coldly. “Or we tie them.”

I force my legs open, tears streaming down my face now.

“Please,” I whisper. “Please let me—let me do something?—”

“Like what?” Rogue asks, amused.

“Let me—” I swallow hard. “Let me suck you off. Please. I’ll do anything?—”

Silence.

Then Sting laughs. Low and dark. “Anything?”

“Yes—”

“You’re already doing everything,” he says.

“Please—”

Armen releases my wrist slowly. “On your knees.”

I scramble off the couch, dropping to the floor. My legs are shaking so hard I almost fall, but I catch myself, kneeling between them.

All three of them are hard. I can see the thick outlines of their erections straining against their jeans.

God help me.

Sting moves first. He opens his pants, pulling his cock free. It’s thick, heavy, already leaking at the tip. He fists it once, slow, watching my face.

“Open,” he says.

I do. My mouth waters.

He slides in, thick and salty, filling my mouth until it aches. I hollow my cheeks, sucking greedily, tongue swirling around the head. He groans, hand tangling in my hair, guiding me deeper.

I take him as far as I can, gagging when he hits the back of my throat.

“That’s it,” he mutters. “Suck it like you mean it.”

I do. I suck harder, faster, desperate to please, hoping, praying, that if I’m good enough, they’ll let me come. But before I can get him close, he pulls out, leaving me gasping.

Then another cock is in front of my face. I don’t even look up to see who it is. I just open my mouth and take it. This one is longer, hits deeper. I gag again, eyes watering, but I don’t stop. I suck and lick and worship it like it’s the only thing that matters.