Page 26 of Líadan's Code

“The joke is on you since I fucking enjoy a bit of pain,” I grunt. “If she turns the wand on at this moment, I’d be out of commission for longer than Mr. O’Brien would like. So please, continue to get me off. It wouldn’t take much at this point.”

“Fuck, you’re twisted,” the man mutters.

The girl is breathing a bit hard as she pants, and her nipples are pebbled as she rubs up my cock.

“I didn’t think cocks could be pretty. Well, other than yours,” she says so softly I almost can’t hear her.

“Milseán, are we ready to play in a different way?” he asks, moving to wrap his arms around her waist. “Is your pussy soaked right now? I can already tell you’re worked up. If we aren’t going to beat him anymore, then I vote that we explore how you’re feeling. What do you think?”

Milseán means sweetheart, an Irish word that denotes a closeness to the other person. He’s also giving her permission to use me however she wants, and I have to admit that’s incredibly hot.

“She seems like a brat,” I grunt as the wand rubs over the crown of my cock. “Fuck me.”

“I don’t know if she’s interested in your cock that way,” the man says, amused. “The Banshee is a brat, though. She gets whatever she wants.”

“Only the things you’re willing to give me,” she says, her breaths coming fast. I think he’s right. It wouldn’t take long for her to find her release.

God, I want to know what she looks like when she orgasms. The fucking mask won’t let me though.

“Well, I want to give you an orgasm,” he growls, unbuttoning her pants and pushing his hand down it until he’s rubbing through her arousal. “God, you’re so wet. Take my fingers inside your pussy and see how far you can push our sexy captive.”

My mind short circuits as I watch them together, groaning as the girl continues to explore.

“I want to touch it,” she mewls, the voice changer making her sound like a scary porn star.

The man pushes her closer, rocking his hips against her ass as he searches for friction.

“Wrap your fingers around him,” he growls, continuing to fuck her with his fingers. I can see the motion of his hand, and I wish I could watch.

I’m almost hyperventilating with need as she does as he says, and it’s the perfect pressure.

“Fuck, that feels good,” I mutter. I’m sure my pupils are blown in desire, and I can feel my skin begin to sweat, despite the cooler air.

“Like this?” she asks almost hesitantly as she begins to stroke my shaft. I can’t say a word because I’m overstimulated. Breathing deeply, I swear I can smell her pussy. It’s light and slightly sweet, and the more the man plays with her, the louder her arousal is.

“More.”

The man shoves her pants down a bit, until she’s bare. She’s not wearing panties. Fuck me.

“I need to fuck you,” he groans as he releases his cock from his jeans. I can just see the thick, veiny masterpiece as he pumps the base of it, and it just makes me wish the lights were brighter so I could see more.

“Don’t let go of that cock, or I’ll spank you when we get home.”

The girl whines just before he lines his cock up with her entrance and thrusts forward. Her hand tightens further, making me cry out. I need her hand to move. Oh God, I’m so fucking close. Watching these two gorgeous people fuck after they mildly tortured me is fucking insane. I shouldn’t want this.

…But I do. I need this more than my next breath. My balls feel heavy as the girl uses my pre-cum as lubricant as she finds a rhythm to fuck my cock with her hand.

“You two are incredible together,” I groan as he fucks her pussy. He holds her tightly so she won’t be shoved forward, controlling the force of his hips.

Her little moans, even warped as they are by the manipulation of the device against her neck, are sexy as hell as she strokes my cock.

“This changes nothing in the light of day,” she says, her head dropping back as she gasps. “You still mean nothing to us. Oh fuck.”

“Come around my cock,” the man grunts. His thumb moves to her clit, rubbing in tight circles. I wish I could see better, because there’s something metallic that keeps winking in the dull light. You can tell they’ve been together for a while, because he knows how close she is, and what she needs to fucking get there.

“B…ugh,” she whines. Under normal circumstances, I’d wonder what she was going to say, I’m too busy mindlessly using her hand to thrust into. My back is tingling, and I know I’m going to blow.

“I’m going to come,” I gasp. “If you’re edging me, little girl, you better let go of my cock. I can’t hold back.”

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