“That’s right. Take it all,” James grunts. His breathing is already starting to quicken as he jerks off to the sight of me going down on his son.

I increase the pressure from my tongue, hoping it will get this over with faster, but Colt pulls my hair a little in response. “Slow down. Not so hard.” So much for that.

“She’s eager,” James observes with approval in his voice. “She can’t wait to drink your cum. Give it to her.”

Oh god. I want to die.

“That’s right,” Colt whispers, moving his hips in time with my movements. “That’s nice. Suck it.”

“Don’t be so fucking greedy.” Nix takes me by the throat and lifts me away from Colt, pulling me closer to his own hard, dripping dick. “Remind me how good you are. Don’t act like you didn’t like it the first time.”

I do as he says, totally detached now, forcing myself through the motions of bobbing up and down, swallowing back my saliva, doing everything I can to ignore the grunts and groans and the way James mutters his approval while he watches.

I don’t know how long it takes, going back and forth between them, letting them use me. I only know it’s a relief when Colt clamps down on the back of my head and starts jerking his hips, fucking my face—not brutally, but forcefully enough that tears roll down my cheeks. I brace myself for what I know is going to come, and it’s almost a mercy when it does, when he explodes and shoots his load down my throat. I swallow it as fast as I can, struggling to keep up but managing to catch it all before he slides out of my mouth with a sigh.

“Good, very good,” James whispers, breathing fast. “Finish Nix. Make him come like a good little girl.”

Nix wastes no time thrusting into my mouth. I want to pull back. I want to push away from him but can’t with my hands behind me. All I can do is try to brace myself on my knees while he takes me hard and fast, fucking my face with no consideration, no care about anything but his satisfaction. All I can do is fight to hold on, fight to keep from choking on him as he hits the back of my throat again and again.

James’s strained breathing fills the room. “That’s right. Fuck her face. Make her feel it.” Tears roll down my cheeks, and a strangled sob stirs in my throat, but he seems to like that, too, groaning louder than before.