Page 9 of Princess Avenged

I trail a long line of wax down her back, and she screams.

“Want to use your safe word?”

She shakes her head no, so I drop the candle and use both hands to pull her body even harder against mine, removing the cushion’s ability to soften the force of each strike. She’s fully immobilized, but somehow, impossibly, she’s wriggling beneath me, moving her hips so that each of my drives feels different and better than the last.

I roar in pleasure. Bending over her, I bite down on the soft flesh where her neck joins her shoulder, and as her blood rushes into my mouth, she arches, pushing her ass back to take even more of me inside her.

Without warning, my balls explode, shooting my come into her body, but my thrusts don’t slow. They accelerate. Sliding more easily now, I ram into her over and over and over, as I swallow her blood, and as her body convulses, devouring my cock.

Chapter

Five

Ana

Pain and pleasure meld into one. My mind blurs as Flame’s perfect cock drives inside me—a long, fiery rod, splitting my body in two, going so deep I feel friction on the outside of my belly against the chaise.

His seed erupts inside me, and Flame bites down on my shoulder.

Yes. Yes. Yes. This.

In this moment there is nothing in the world beyond this glorious combination of pleasure and pain, the marvel of what Flame’s delivering to my body, what he’s erasing from my mind.

Reality flashes back in.

No. No. No. Phil cannot be gone. I won’t allow that to be true. I can’t.

“More,” I shout. “Harder. Faster. Hurt me. Burn me. I need more.”

“What the fuck?” Crusher’s booming voice enters my consciousness, but I have no way to respond or even turn my head to verify it was his voice I heard.

Flame’s fangs release from my throat as he shifts his position. He lifts my hips off the edge of the chaise. Remaining buried in my ass, he moves more slowly now, and the melted ice drips out of me, chilling my clit.

“Please.” My voice returns. “Please, help me forget.”

One of Flame’s fingers lands on my clit, and my body explodes, thrashing and arching as he continues to push his stiff rod against the force of my contractions. For a few blissful moments, every thought in my mind is erased by the pleasure shaking through me.

As my orgasm subsides—aftershocks rattling through me, and my body jerking—I hear mumbling nearby, but can’t make out any words or even who’s talking. All I know is that I need something else to happen and soon. I need to keep my mind focused on pleasure, on sex—on pain—so I can force out my emotions.

I’m suddenly jealous of the brothers’ abilities to bury theirs. I’d do anything to avoid this deep ache in my heart.

“I’m too big for her ass.” Crusher’s voice drifts into my consciousness. “I hurt her last time.”

Flame pulls out of my ass.

“No,” I cry out.

“See?” Crusher says. “She says no.”

I shake my head against the chaise. He misunderstood. Crusher’s all-consuming size stretching my tight hole is exactly what I need right now, but I struggle to form any words.

“Yes. Crusher. Ass. Please.”

The chaise, with me on it, lifts and then drops onto the carpet from whatever its back legs were perched on. Then instantly, Flame is inside me again, pumping quickly into my ass from a different angle, and I’m only vaguely aware as Crusher straddles the chaise in front of my head, his feet on either side of it as he leans against its back. My ass is in the air now, my arms and legs no longer tied, and I brace on my elbows, as Flame continues to drive into me from behind.

Crusher’s thickness juts up not far from my upturned face, filling my vision, exciting me, raising my expectations and escalating my craving to experience intense ordeals that will test my body’s limits and wipe everything else from my mind.

“I want—” My voice seizes around my words as Flame hits extra deep.

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