Page 37 of Emilia: The Final Psychopath

I began to pant against the pillow as the widest part began to slide inside me.

“Whose holes are these, Angel?” he asked as he continued to toy with my ass.

I felt my arousal seep towards my thighs, and my empty pussy ached for him.

He began to push and pull the wide section of the plug in my ass, causing me to cry out.

“They’re your holes, Cyrus,” I screeched out.

You crazy fuck.

He paused and began to push the plug inside me. I only relaxed when it was fully inside of me.

“Yes, these are my pretty little fuck holes,” he said as he pushed his fingers into my pussy.

I moaned at his touch, grateful that he was finally touching my pussy.

He curled his fingers up and began to rub the plug inside of me.

“You can let go of your ass now, Angel,” he said, sounding amused.

If I wasn't so horny, I would have been pissed at him. I dropped my hands and moved my hair out of the way to look behind me. He smiled and winked at me before he behind me to place the tip of his cock against my opening. I sighed in relief and put my face into the pillow.

“Tomorrow, I will be fucking you as your husband and trust me when I tell you that I won't hesitate to kill anyone who even looks at you in the wrong way.”

I smiled against the pillow because I would do the exact same thing.

“My last fuck as a CyrusWicke, the bachelor,” he mused before he began to push his dick inside me.

I ignored his asinine comment and pushed back to impale myself fully onto his dick. When my actions were restricted by the position I was in, I pushed myself up onto my hands and knees. I began to move back and forth on his dick, moaning as I felt him slide deep inside of me. The feel of his dick rubbing against the plug made me clench around him.

“You want to fuck me, Angel? Go ahead,” he murmured as he stroked my ass. “Fuck yourself with my dick. Work that hungry pussy.”

My thighs trembled from his filthy words, and I bit my lip, but I began to rock faster until my ass was smacking against his pelvis.

“Ugh, that feels good, baby, too good,” he said before he grabbed my hips and began to pound into me. “Your little fuckhole feels so tight with that butt plug inside your ass.”

I couldn't breathe, let alone speak, as he continued to slam inside of me. The feel of his balls slapping against me each time he bottomed out inside me and the dull pain of being so full made me think of his words. I would feel the ache tomorrow, and I would fucking love it. He leaned over me and grabbed my swinging breasts.

“Do you like being fucked like a dirty little whore, Angel?” he panted against my ear, and he squeezed my tits.

“I love it,” I gasped out. “I only want to be your whore, Cyrus.”

“Oh, fuck,” he whispered and pulled out of me.

I could have cried because I was so damn close.

Chapter 32

Cyrus

Her words rang in my ears, but I needed to see her face when I fucked her. I wanted to look at her dark eyes as she exploded around my cock. I moved her onto her back, and she spread her legs for me. My eyes roved down her body until I reached her drenched pussy. It glistened under the dim light, and I could see her pink, swollen flesh ached for me as much as I did her.

“Cyrus?” she whispered.

“I just needed a moment to admire my perfect little whore,” I said with a smile as I moved between her legs.

She smiled back with her dark soul shining through her black eyes. I pushed her thighs against the bed to spread her as wide as I could as I stabbed my dick back inside of her. I could feel the thick plug as I drove deep inside her hungry little hole. She always stretched to accommodate me but the plug made her feel so much tighter.

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