Page 108 of Líadan's Code

Walking up to the front of the room with me in his arms, Brendan kisses and nips at my neck and lips. Placing me carefully on my feet, he waits to make sure I’m not dizzy before pulling off my coat and tossing it onto a chair.

Frowning at the casket, he closes the top of it before lifting me up onto the flat surface. Laying me back, he pushes my dress up, ripping a large hole in my tights. His own coat joins mine as he gazes down at me.

“Look at how pretty this pussy is,” he growls, making me writhe on the cold casket. His warm breath works perfectly at odds with the temperature before he licks up my core.

“Goddamn, you taste so good.”

Sucking hard on my clit piercing, he makes me moan for him, my fingers moving to tug on his hair. Face raising, he grins with my arousal on his lips, and I hold back my whimper.

“Hands over your head or I’ll stop every time, baby,” he murmurs, watching as I obey him.

And then he pushes my legs up and apart so he can lick, suck, and give his full attention to my cunt. My fingers link to keep myself from touching him, and I begin to wail, uncaring of who can hear.

“So fucking beautiful,” he groans. “You taste so good. I’m gonna fuck you over your father’s body. He doesn’t get to decide what you do anymore. You’re mine.”

“Please,” I gasp as he releases one of my legs to push two thick fingers into my sopping wet cunt. The stretch feels so good as I roll my eyes, my hips bucking upward for more.

“More.”

“You‘ll take what I give you,” he growls. “Enjoy the ride, milseán. Now break for me.”

Sucking hard on my clit with a pinch of teeth, he makes me explode with a scream, gushing all over his face and fingers. His piercing along mine never fails to make me crazy. Slowly pulling his fingers out of my pussy, he sucks on them with a smug look on his face.

“Brendan,” I gasp, struggling to catch my breath after having my soul sucked out of me.

Opening his pants, he releases his dick from his pants, pumping it at the base twice.

“Don’t beg, pretty girl,” he murmurs, dragging his cock over my core once, twice, three times, bumping my overstimulated clit.

“Fuck me,” I mewl, lifting my hips up for more friction. His large hands are pinning my thighs to the polished wood. My overheated skin loves how cool it is, despite the fact it’s making goosebumps appear under my tights.

I’m still completely dressed despite the huge tear in my tights, and I have to say this is one of the hottest experiences I’ve ever had.

“In due time, little brat,” Brendan growls. “Whose pretty little cunt does this belong to?”

“You!” I gasp, whimpering because I need his dick right fucking now. My traitorous mind whispers that there’s another man I belong to as well, and my greedy pussy contracts hard.

“You fucking know it,” he murmurs. “There’s a certain hacker you belong to as well, don’t you, baby?”

Torturously slow, he thrusts his cock inside of me, his fingers holding me still.

“Fuck, I bet your mouth would suck his dick down so good, wouldn’t you, Lía?” he teases, his hips rocking back before thrusting back in punishingly hard. The ache, the pinch of pain, and stretch is welcome, his words making my mouth water.

“Yes,” I gasp, giving him my words before my silence makes him stop fucking me. I’ll do anything to keep him pistoning his dick instead of me. His thickness makes my breaths hitch as my breasts bounce with every thrust.

“Fuck, oh.”

“Such a good little slut for us, aren’t you?” he says. It’s almost as if Jordan’s presence is with us, my father forgotten, despite the fact that I’m laying over his casket.

“Yes,” I whine. “Harder.”

Brendan’s been holding back a little, his knuckles white as he holds tightly to my thighs. “I’m barely hanging on, baby. You want more?”

The tip of his cock rubs perfectly along my g-spot as he pushes my thighs up just a bit more to hit it. Brendan controls my breaths, my orgasms, everything. His cock is pulling the strings today.

“Yes. Brendan!” I scream as he pulls back until he almost pops out and then snaps forward. Fucking me without abandon, all I can do is feel as my thighs begin to tremble.

The shaking and twitches spread over my body as he fucks me, his mouth twisted into a snarl as he pumps his cock in and out of me. The only sounds in the room are that of the casket’s stand shaking underneath me, my screams, and Brendan’s grunts and heavy breathing. Occasionally, I can hear the way my cunt sucks his cock in with wet sounds, making my cheeks heat.

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