Total pages in book: 49
Estimated words: 45332 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 227(@200wpm)___ 181(@250wpm)___ 151(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45332 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 227(@200wpm)___ 181(@250wpm)___ 151(@300wpm)
“I want her,” I growl, and Vance smirks at me.
“Do you want to sit on Tristan’s big thick, pierced dick, Angel?” He whispers against her ear, still driving into her while tightening his hand on the ribbon around her neck and wrists, preventing her from being able to form words. “You’ll. Feel. Every. Ridge. Of. His. Ladder. Massaging. Your. Walls.” He punctuates every word with a thrust.
“I don’t think she wants to.” He pouts at me, curling his free hand around her waist to dip through her folds. I see her eyes close the instant he finds her clit, a tremor rocking through her as she whines for breath. Her body attempts to fold in on itself, her pleasure overcoming and overwhelming, but she can’t because he holds all the power.
“Please,” I beg “I need to fuck her pussy.” My cock is ready for round two.
“Hmmm.” He pulls out of her, the sound of their juices making my cock strain rock fucking hard again. He turns her and lifts her with ease so she’s straddling my lap backwards, facing him. My hands twitch as he narrows his eyes.
“Please,” I beg again, forcing my hands to stay beside me.
“Very well. Since you’ve both been so fucking perfect.” He reaches up and kisses her lips, lapping at my cum still staining her face, her bound hands resting between my stomach and her spine.
She’s trembling, desperate to sit on my cock. When his hand grasps the base of my shaft lining me up with her sopping wet hole, relief floods through me. “Sit, Angel,” he commands. “Slowly.”
She whimpers as she lowers herself down onto my shaft, stretching herself around me. Her perfect pussy is swallowing me, gripping me so tight, like she plans to never let me go. I rock my hips up, hissing from the pleasure seeping into my bones. She’s so fucking tight, her soft, wet walls suffocating and caressing the length of my ladder.
“Oh god!” she screams when Vance’s tongue slides up my shaft as she lifts her hips over me. With his face buried between her legs, she somehow manages to continue rising and falling onto my cock in a mind-bending rhythm.
“You’re fucking perfect,” I tell her, my words guttural. “Made for us, for our cocks, made for our ropes, our commands.” Ecstasy floods my bloodstream as I thrust up, almost lifting her off my lap. She writhes and wriggles, her rotating hips driving me mad. “Such a good girl.”
Vance pushes her back into me, her hair fanning over my chest as her head turns to give my lips access to her neck. Wanting to taste every inch of her, I kiss and suck, scraping my teeth across her skin while watching her gorgeous tits bounce. Vance puts one foot beside me on the couch, leaning over us so he can push his cock between Poppy tits. His head falls back, the corded muscles in his throat on display as he fucks himself with them, his thick mushroom tip jutting out between them. Poppy swipes her tongue over it until he grunts and spills his seed over her chest and throat.
Trembling, her pussy strangles my dick, as she cries through another orgasm, forcing mine from me. I fill her up, pumping into her warm heat until we all slump in exhaustion.
Vance is the first to move, and a few seconds after he leaves the room, I hear the bath faucets turn on. Releasing the bindings around her wrist, I scoop Poppy up into my arms and carry her through our apartment to place her in the warm water of the bath he’s drawn for her. The water laps over her blotchy skin as she leans back against the rim, sighing. “I feel a little woozy,” she giggles, “That was insane. Thank you.”
Fuck. She’s going to be the death of me.
Stroking damp hair from her face, I pick up the washcloth and clean her as Vance goes about grabbing her a towel and toiletries. I caress the cloth over her torso, swallowing a smirk when I notice the marks Vance left on her skin last night. She has always been a knockout, but she looks beyond stunning with his bite marks claiming her flesh. She could be a dream, she’s too perfect to be real.
“I didn’t know you could get piercings there.” She bites her lip, her eyes dropping to my cock and her body shuddering in memory.
A smile slants my lips. “Did you like how it felt?”
“Very much.”
For many years, my body didn’t feel like my own. Pleasure was something that was forced from me, whether to give or receive. I got the piercing to reclaim a sense of ownership over my body. It was my choice, a source of sexual gratification that I decided to give to myself and my partners. My free will won’t ever be taken again.