Page 78 of From the Ashes

The thought of Camilla covered in the evidence of all our releases makes me jut my hips forward and bottom out inside her, tearing a scream from her throat.

“That’s it, Little Lamb, scream for us.” I rear back before slamming home again, reveling in the way her cunt flutters around me.

“Kovu,” she whines.

I grasp her hair in a tight fist and wrench her up against me until her back is pressed to my chest and I’m fucking up into her, hitting her G-spot at a new angle that has her crying out.

My gaze locks on the blood that trickles down her throat and between the valley of her breasts. Seeing her covered in blood is never going to get old.

I move her head to the side with my grip on her hair and sink my teeth into the side of her throat, causing her to clench down around me.

“Look at what you’re doing to them, Little Lamb. Look at how they stroke their cocks for you,” I whisper against the shell of her ear as she watches Bishop and Kaos fuck their hands in long, languid strokes. “Touch your pretty pussy for me, Camilla.”

She drops her hand between her thighs without hesitation, and I reward her with another bite right next to the first one, hard enough to bruise but not to cut through, however tempting it might be.

The moment her fingers start rubbing circles over her clit, she leans more of her weight against me, handing her body to me as we work together to push her toward her release.

“Fuck,” Kaos murmurs under his breath as his eyes drop to where she’s touching herself. “Aren’t you just the perfect little whore for us, Princess?”

A moan drops from Camilla’s lips, and a smirk pulls at my lips. I will never get over just how perfect she is for each of us. The women we’ve shared in the past may have liked the things some of us were into, but Camilla is the first to check every single box we’ve thrown at her.

“Oh fuck, Kovu. I’m close,” she moans.

I drop the hand fisted in her hair and move it to her throat, wrapping my hand around her delicate neck and tightening my hold enough that her breathing is labored.

Her pussy contracts around me, and the strangled moan that escapes her throat makes me fuck her harder.

“That’s it, Little Lamb, I want you to come all over my cock,” I growl against her ear.

Her fingers up the pressure against her clit while they occasionally drop to where we’re connected, tearing a groan from my throat.

“You gonna come for him, Princess?”

“I wonder how many times he can make you come all over his cock, love.” Bishop’s voice is thick with desire and he can’t tear his eyes off the woman in my arms. If I were a better man, I would let one of them fuck her mouth, but right now I need all her attention on what I’m doing to her. The fact I’ve allowed them to stay at all is a fucking miracle.

“Almost there,” she whines, and I tighten my grip on her throat, which sends her tumbling over the edge.

Her cries fill the room as she clamps down around me, and I fuck her through her release, never allowing my grip on her throat to drop. Her blood covers my fingers, and the familiar stickiness settles something inside me.

“Fuck, you’re perfect when you come, Camilla,” Bishop breathes.

“You should see how good she looks covered in her blood, Kovu. Fuck. She’s perfect.”

“My perfect little lamb,” I murmur, but it’s loud enough for all of us to hear.

“I think she can come at least once more before we finish.” Kaos smirks, and her attention turns to him like she might argue, but instead I move my free hand from her hip to where hers is resting about her pussy.

“I think I told you to touch your pussy, Little Lamb, and I don’t recall telling you to stop.”

“I’m too sensitive.”

“I don’t care,” I whisper a moment before I slap my hand down on her clit, tearing a scream from her. “Do as you’re told, and maybe we won’t spend the rest of the day forcing orgasms out of you.”

Her entire body trembles in my arms, and we each chuckle. Oh, she likes that idea.

Camilla only hesitates for another beat before her fingers begin their slow torture of the sensitive bundle of nerves, a soft mewl escaping her.

I thrust into her harder as my own release approaches. The need to empty my cum inside her is maddening, and the tingling at the base of my spine tells me it won’t be long before I make it a reality.

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