He spits on his fingers and shoves two inside me, a brutal, stretching invasion that makes me cry out.
It’s not pain. It’s a blinding, shocking jolt of pleasure-pain that whites out my vision for a second.
He pumps his fingers, crooking them, and my knees buckle. He holds me up easily, his strength terrifying.
Behind him, the other two are a storm of violence. White Mask gets the upper hand, pinning Black Mask to the ground, landing a punch to his gut. “She’smine!” he snarls.
Black Mask knees him in the side, rolling them over. “You don’t get to claim her!”
Burlap Sack ignores them, his focus entirely on me. He withdraws his soaked fingers and brings them to my mouth. “Taste yourself. Taste how much you want our cocks.”
He smears my own wetness across my lips, and I open my mouth without thinking, my tongue licking his rough, calloused fingers clean. The taste is musky, salty, purelyme. He groans, low and appreciative.“Fuck yes. Now get on your knees.”
He shoves me down into the dirt. I land hard, the impact jarring.
I look up at him, at the terrifying blank face of burlap, as he fumbles with his jeans. He frees his cock, andoh god, it’s thick and ruddy, jutting out from a thatch of dark hair. He’s not as long as White Mask, but he’s fucking thick.
He slaps it against my cheek, the heat of it branding me. “Open wide, Lila. You’re gonna suck me off while you watch your masters fight.”
I part my lips, and he doesn’t wait. He grips the back of my head and rams himself into my mouth. I gag immediately, tears springing to my eyes as the head hits the back of my throat.
He holds me there for a second, forcing me to breathe through my nose, my body trembling. “That’s it,” he rasps, his hips twitching. “Take it. Your fucking mouth is so hot. So tight.”
He starts to move, a short, brutal rhythm that doesn’t allow me to adjust. I can only take it, my throat stretching obscenely around him. Saliva drips down my chin. My hands are braced on his thighs, and I can feel the powerful muscles working as he fucks my face.
The sounds of the fight are just background noise now. A grunt of pain. The rustle of corn. But it fuels this; it makes it dirtier.
I’m a prize they’re brawling over, and right now, Burlap Sack is winning.
He pulls out of my mouth with a wet pop, my lips swollen and slick. “On your hands and knees. Now. I want that ass in the air. I want to see that pretty pink cunt from behind while I decide which hole to wreck.”
I scramble to obey, my body buzzing with a need so profound it feels like insanity. The cool dirt is rough on my palms and knees. I press my forehead to the earth, presenting myself, my ass in the air, completely vulnerable.
He kneels behind me, his hands spreading my cheeks apart. The cool air hits my most private places, and I flinch.
“Look at that,” he murmurs. “Both holes are fucking gleaming for me. Which one, prize? Your dripping wet pussy? Or this tight little asshole that’s never been touched?”
Before I can answer, a shadow falls over us.
“Get the fuck off her.”
White Mask stands there, his plastic mask smeared with dirt. Black Mask is on the ground behind him, groaning, holding his side. White Mask’s knuckles are bloody.
Burlap Sack doesn’t move. “I won.”
“The fuck you did.” White Mask’s voice is cold, deadly. “She’s mine. I’m going first. You can have her when I’m done.Move.”
The standoff hangs in the air, thick and tense. Burlap Sack’s hand is still on my ass, possessive. White Mask takes another step, his presence overwhelming.“I said… Get the fuck off my prize.”
CHAPTER 11
LILA
The tension in the air is a live wire, crackling between the three men. White Mask’s command hangs there, a challenge. Burlap Sack’s hand stays on my ass, a blatant claim.
For a long, breathless second, I think White Mask will swing again.
Then, Burlap Sack lets out a low, conceding laugh. “Fine. You want the first turn that fucking bad?” He stands up, his thick cock bobbing. “You can have her mouth. But I’m not moving. She’s going to suck us both. Right fucking now.”
