SARAH I didn’t come here to be handled gently. I came here to be fucked until I lose memory of every terrible thing that’s happened in the last 24 hours. And with the way the HawkThorne brothers stare at me like I’m their favorite meal about to be devoured, I’m certain I fucking will. Ronan’s lips stretch into a smile. It’s there, but his eyes are void of any form of amusement. “Sit.” One word. One order. Yet, I obey thoughtlessly like a good little girl. I’ll do anything I’m asked to do. I’m needy like that. I step backwards towards the bed and sit on the edge quietly. My right leg crosses over my left, and a frown forms on Ronan’s face. “Legs open, kitten. I didn’t ask you to close them.” Legs open. Got it. Slowly, I spread my legs apart, revealing my wetness to their bare eyes. Malachi lips move, mouthing the word “fuck”, but it’s inaudible. I see the hunger in Jaxon’s eyes. Ronan steps forward, and with every inch of distance he covers, my heart hammers against my chest. I’m excited, but there is also something unnerving about the way he looks at me. He goes down on his knees in front of me. His eyes are planted on my pussy. He’s so hot. Fuck. I watch his shoulders flex as he takes off his suit jacket. It falls to the ground behind him. Electric blue eyes travel ever so slowly towards mine, leaving a trail of warmth on every inch of my skin he looks past. He pulls his rings off his fingers, and rolls his sleeves up to reveal the cross tattoo on the back of his right hand, very close to his palm. He’s like a god, and he’s taken my breath away by simply being so close to me. I can’t think. No thoughts form in my head no matter how hard I try. I’m utterly mesmerized by the man on his knees in front of me. My breath hitches in my throat as he raises his middle finger to his lips. He locks eyes with me as he slides his middle finger between his lips, tongue curling around and I can’t help but imagine it’s my swollen clit he’s tasting. Ronan doesn’t rush. He savors it, dragging it out. It’s wet…so fucking wet. His tongue laps at the base before he pulls the finger out with a wet pop, glistening with spit. “You want this, don’t you?” I nod eagerly. It’s almost pathetic, but I don’t care. I’ve waited too long to have him like this. He smirks. It’s his cruel, knowing smirk. “Good.” Then, that spit slick finger is between my legs, pushing through the soaked folds of my pussy. I part my lips in a small moan. It feels good. His fingers are long and thick, far thicker than mine. Ronan hisses. “Not good enough.” Without warning, he pushes another finger into me. “Fuck!” I throw my head backwards. My fingers grab the sheets as I scream. Two fingers at once. Lord. “Eyes on me, kitten. If you look away, I’ll stop.” No. Please no. I keep my head down and my eyes glued on his as he finger fucks me to near tears. His middle finger curls like a sickle inside me, reaching every fucking place I need it to. His movements are slow. He twirls his fingers inside me, watching tears gather in my eyes. “Y—Yes,” “Oh, lord.” I don’t know what he’s doing or how he’s doing it, but it feels so fucking good, I don’t want it to stop. Malachi and Jaxon join me on the bed. Malachi to my right, and Jaxon to my left. I can tell by the scent of their colognes. I suck in a deep breath and take it all in as they inch closer to me. It makes me even hornier. I bite my lip to stifle a moan. Ronan sees this, and he punishes me for it by pushing a third finger into my pussy. “Please!” I scream, but all he does is smile. My scream dies in my throat when rough fingers find my throat. Malachi rubs gently, teasing me. His hot breath fans my ear as he whispers, “Such a good little slut for us, aren’t you?” I nod, and he pinches my nipples hard between his thumb and forefinger, dragging a sharp gasp from my throat. “Use your fucking words, Sarah.” Pain blooms, hot and electric, shooting straight between my fucking legs where Ronan is fingering me to oblivion. Between my pussy being manhandled and my nipple being pinched, I can’t tell which makes tears run down my eyes. “Y—Yes. Yes I am.” It hurts, but only in ways that make me want it so much more. A rough hand grabs my chin, tilting my face to the left. I come face to face with Jaxon’s rock hard cock staring at me. His knees are planted on the bed, and his cock is staring at me, hard and hungry. I swallow hard. “Come on, Sarah. Take my brother’s cock like the dirty hungry kitty cat you are.” My thighs clench. Heat rushes through my body so fast, I swear I could cum from just his voice. My lips part slowly. There’s no need to pretend. There’s no need to play it safe and act like I don’t want his huge veiny dick in my mouth, like I don’t want to feel the weight on my tongue. I wrap my lips around the tip of his cock. It tastes of salt and sweat. Delicious. He’s already hard and heavy, pulsing against my tongue. I start slow so I can tease him like I’ve dreamt of doing for days, letting my tongue swirl around the head before sliding down, taking more of him inch by fucking inch. I move my mouth further down the length of Jacob’s cock, and he groans. “That’s it, kitten. Fuck! You’re so fucking warm.” He grabs a fistful of my hair and pushes his cock further down my throat. I suck even harder. My throat opens as he pushes deeper. I gag, a fresh stream of tears prick my eyes, but I don’t stop. I can’t stop. His low groans fill my ears, and I love the sound. It’s not just him, it’s all three of them. “Fuck, Sarah.” Malachi hisses, taking my right hand from the bed and places it on his crotch. His fucking hard. I encircle my fingers around the length of his cock. With Jaxon’s tasty dick in my mouth, Ronan’s three fingers in my pussy, and my hand around Malachi’s cock as he pinches my nipples, I’m in fucking paradise. Ronan doesn’t stop. Jaxon doesn’t let me pull my head away, not even when his dick touches the back of my throat and I choke on it. I can’t breathe, but I want so much more. I’m close. So fucking close I can’t breathe. My thighs are shaking, stomach tight, every nerve in my body drawn taut like a bowstring. “I’m—fuck—I’m gonna cum,” I pant. I’m a breathless mess, but I don’t care. None of them listen. “I’m gonna cum, daddies. Please, let me…fuck!” Ronan’s voice cuts through my scream. “No, you’re not,” he growls. “Not yet. Not when we haven’t filled your sweet, tight pussy with our cocks.” I whimper, trembling with the ache of denied pleasure. His words alone make my core clench, my body begging for release, but I hold on, just like he told me to. I’ll do anything they tell me too. “You don’t cum,” he says again, rough fingers digging into my waist. “Not until we say so. Not until you’re stuffed full with our cum in you.”