Page 59 of Wicked Revenge

“Please, Maddie. Make me forget again,” she pleads with me.

“I got you. Let me help.”

Taking her face in my hands, I swipe at the blood dripping from her face, smearing it down her neck, into her chest, and over her heaving, perky breasts. I focus on her nipples, coating them in his blood, pinching and pulling on them until they are taut little buds.

Her body is starting to respond now that she’s focused on what I’m doing, getting out of her head a little more with every touch.

“You were perfect, Raena. You did so well.” My praise has her sighing, melting into my touch. I trail my hand down her perfect little body, over her stomach and moving around to her hips before sliding back up to her ribs.

I continue smoothing out the blood, going up and down her arms until she is literally painted red. “I wish I had a mirror in here so I could show you just how much of a fucking goddess you are right now.”

“I'd rather see you, Maddie.” She reaches for my shirt, pulling at the hem.

She doesn’t have to ask me twice. I literally might die if I don’t get inside her soon. I can see Royal and Alek standing beside us, watching how this will go. They can watch, or they can join. I don’t give a fuck, as long as I am the first one inside her.

I reach behind my head, pulling my shirt over as she works my pants down my hips frantically. She drops to her knees in front of me, unlacing my boots like I did for her earlier. When she gets them unlaced, I quickly kick them off.

My pants come next, I feel like a teenager, racing to get naked for the first time. My heart is pounding so hard, my cock straining against my boxers.

She reaches for my waistband, slipping her fingers under and pulling them down, my cock bobs in her face.

“Oh my god,” she gasps, “you’re… pierced.”

Her hand slowly reaches up, stopping just before she touches me. I need her touch like I need my next breath.

“Does it hurt?” Her question comes out shyly, making me laugh.

“It only hurts because you’re not touching it, pretty girl.”

Her fingers trace the piercings there. I have eight bars running the length, from base to just under the head, making up a Jacob's Ladder. One curved bar, the Prince Albert, pierced through the head itself.

Her touch grows more confident as she wraps her hand around me, slowly sliding up and down my length. I grab her hand, squeezing it tightly, gliding her over the metal studs faster.

“You’re not going to hurt me, Cherry. Even if you did, I like the pain.”

“I want to taste you.” She looks up at me, but she doesn’t look confident at this moment. “I just… I’ve never… I don’t know how to make you feel good.”

“I’ll show you,” Royal says, shocking the shit out of me.

Holy fucking shit. I might not survive this.

He drops to his knees next to her, wrapping his hand around hers on my cock, giving it a tight squeeze, almost buckling my knees.

“Goddamn, Royal.”

My breathless words are punching out of my lungs as I struggle to stay on my feet. I’ve imagined Royal on his knees for me many, many times, but I never thought it would actually happen. And to have him on his knees next to our girl…

Holy. Fucking. Shit.

“Is this okay?” His voice is barely above a harsh whisper, looking up into my eyes.

For once in my whole fucking life, I struggle to open my mouth to respond, so I just nod my head back at him.

“I’ve never done this before, but I know what I like,” he tells Raena, both of their eyes back on my cock, making it jump in their hands with their combined attention.

“This part here,” he says, tracing his finger on the underside of my head along the curved barbell, “is really sensitive. So start like this.”

His tongue flattens as he swipes it slowly across the bottom ball, and the sensation of his tongue threatens to undo me. Raena leans forwards when he pulls back, copying his motion, her tongue warm and wet as it tastes my cock for the first time. Her timid eyes find his icy blue ones, waiting for the next instruction.

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