“Hold her,” he panted.

Tate moved to my head and pinned my arms down as Hail suddenly sat up and pushed my skirt up, exposing me. Fighting was useless. I knew that. It would just make the night worse, so when I started to struggle again, Tate tightened his hold on my wrists until I let out a choked cry.

Hail stroked his cock in a blur until he was crying out, spurts of his release raining down on my tender center as he dragged in deep breaths.

When he finished, he stared down at me, a dangerous smile on his face. “Sit up.”

Tate released me, and I sat up, disgusted by the wetness seeping down my center. Fallon wasn’t looking at us. Instead, a muscle thrummed along his jaw as he stared at a place over my head.

“Now, get on your fucking knees and show Drake, Tate, and Fallon what a good girl you are,” Hail snarled, shoving me.

I fell back against Tate who wasted no time in hauling me against him, his face buried in my neck, his hot lips against my sensitive flesh.

“Hope you’re hungry,” he whispered in my ear. “We’re about to fill you with so much come, you’ll taste us on your tongue for weeks.”

I swallowed the bile in my throat as Tate pushed me off him so he could sit on the bed next to Drake.

“Up. Now,” Hail commanded, his dick at least back in his pants.

I glared up at him. He reached out and fisted my hair, hauling me to my knees. I winced and gasped as his hold tightened. Tate pulled his dick from his pants.

“Open,” Hail said, moving forward and stroking Tate’s cock slowly.

r /> Tate let out a soft groan at the action. A pearl of excitement slipped from the head of Tate’s bulging cock as Hail continued to slowly stroke him.

I cried out when Hail shoved my face forward and aimed Tate’s dick at me. Knowing I had no choice, I opened my mouth and sucked him down, wanting to gag. Wanting to run. Wanting to escape the fucking hell I was in. If this was going to be my life, I didn’t want it.

Hail guided my head up and down on Tate’s dick as I choked and gagged, the ugly sounds making my stomach churn.

Moments later, Tate’s cock thickened, and his release filled my mouth.

“Swallow all of it,” Hail said, tightening his hold on my hair.

I thought he was going to pull the strands from my scalp as I choked down Tate’s bitter taste.

Without releasing me, Hail tugged me over to Drake who gave me a wicked smile, his dick already out and hard.

“Suck his cock, rat.” Hail rammed my face into Drake’s lap.

Between the spit and tears, it was a damn mess as I sucked Drake to completion, the nausea roiling so hard I gagged as I sagged away from Drake.

“She’s good,” Drake grunted as he tucked himself away.

Hail smirked and hauled me over to Fallon whose face was pale. He slid away from me, his hands in fists on his thighs as his leg jumped like he was trying to stop himself from running from the room.

“What the fuck, Fallon? You want Tate to suck you off instead?” Hail called out as he held me. “I’ve seen you checking out her ass, so don’t tell me this isn’t a dream come true for you.”

“Man, Hail, it’s enough, OK? You made your point. You don’t need to do this. I don’t need to her to suck my cock.” Fallon’s Adam’s apple bobbed in his throat as he stared down at me.

I had to look like a hot mess.

“Take your fucking dick out or watch me, Drake, and Tate run a train on her, you holier than thou fuck-wit.”

Fallon gave me a worried look as I shook in Hail’s hold. We both knew Hail meant business, so Fallon unzipped his pants and pulled his thick length out.

“Think you can take all that cock, rat?” Hail’s hot breath in my ear made me shiver.

When I didn’t answer, he shook my head, making me cry out.

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