Page 351 of Psycho Devils: Aran's Story 2

The room was cast in darkness, but it wasn’t pitch-black. Not by any stretch of the imagination.

Luka’s tongue moved leisurely through my folds. He slid his hands underneath my ass and squeezed my cheeks. He tipped my hips up wantonly.

The pleasure was so intense, and I was so drunk on demon brew, that I barely noticed the zinging sensation down my spine.

Luka moaned loudly.

“People can hear,” I whispered as I buried my face in John’s neck. Sandalwood and musk filled my senses.

Instead of letting me go like I expected, John gripped me harder and pulled my legs wider. “Good.” He turned his head and nuzzled the side of my neck.

“Let them hear who you belong to,” Luka growled into my sensitive flesh.

I’d forgotten how dangerous Mr. Hyde was.

How intoxicating he was.

“Fuck, she just gushed all over my tongue,” Luka groaned into my core, and I tipped my head back further as blinding pleasure made everything tingle.

“Good.” John lapped gently on the top of my collarbone. “Such a good girl. You’re so wet for us. Such a perfect little bestie.”

Luka licked me from my clit to my taint, and I moaned loudly.

John shifted his hips beneath me and ground his hardness against me, creating the most delicious friction.

It was overwhelming.

Luka sucked my clit into his mouth and flicked his tongue rapidly over it. He plunged his thumb inside me while his pointer finger traced against my other hole.

John nibbled on my neck.

I moaned loudly as white spots danced across my vision, and my core clenched with impossible tightness.

The group of women looked over. One of them narrowed their eyes with confusion.

I whimpered. “Cover my mouth, I’m too loud.” I looked at John pointedly.

John released my skin with a loud smacking pop and looked down at me. “Why would I do that?” His voice was rough, and his eyes were glazed over with lust.

He pressed his erection harder against my backside as his twin traced along my hole.

“People,” I gasped. “Looking.”

Luka pressed his face harder into my core, and he licked at just the right angle. Everything went black as it felt like I was falling away from myself. All I knew was pleasure.

John chuckled darkly and pushed his finger between my lips. “Suck, Aran,” he ordered.

I mindlessly obeyed.

He smirked as he slowly pressed that same finger into my back hole, the one his twin had been tracing.

Luka pulled his thumb out of my core and inserted two fingers while he licked greedily.

The stars became fireworks.

The streaks of pain along my spine were so faint that they somehow added to the intensity of the moment.

John kissed me openmouthed, leisurely exploring me with his tongue, while he held my butt with his finger resting against the rim of my asshole. He pushed forward the smallest amount, just enough that I felt overwhelmingly full.

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