Kill Switch by Penelope Douglas

“Oh, fuck yeah,” he growled, realizing what I was doing
and scooted down more to get himself under me.
Back on all fours, I took Damon in my mouth again and
got into a rhythm, weaving my hips on top of Will and rubbing
our groins together.
I moaned in the back of my throat as Damon filled my
mouth and rode Will, pressing down harder and harder on the
long ridge of his cock through my panties.
“Winter,” Damon breathed out.
I ran my tongue on the underside of his cock, tasting him
drip a little and so ready. Will grabbed my hips, working me
harder, so stiff and needy, too.
Damon pulled my head up and came down kissing me as I
continued to rub on Will.
“Turn around,” Damon whispered.
I climbed off Will and started to turn, but then Damon shot
Will an order. “Sheet,” he said.
Will threw the silk sheet over his groin, and I climbed back
on, feeling his thick ridge through the smooth, silky fabric.
The bed dipped behind me, and I felt Damon come up on my
ass.
Then he grabbed the back of my panties and yanked, the
shrill tear of fabric filling the room as he ripped them clean off
my body.
He grabbed my jaw, turning my face to speak over my lips.
“Head down, ass up.”
A shudder rocked through me, and I leaned over Will,
arching my back and waiting to feel what I wanted.
Will held my head to his body, his body shuddering
underneath me.
Damon spread my legs wider and pressed down on my
back to get my ass up higher, and then he crowned me.
Just like in the haunted house.