Page 9 of Spiteful Heart

I did like being on top better. Setting the pace for us both, ramming my cock as hard as I could into whatever orifice I was currently fucking. Sometimes I even played a game with myself and tried to see what kind of sounds I could force Lola to make.

But, for whatever reason, I let her have her fun with me here, let her stay on top and do whatever she wanted with my hard cock. If she wanted to lick me like a lollipop until I exploded, I wouldn’t stop her. The only thing that I’d stop her from doing was involving those teeth of hers. Teeth and dick didn’t mix well.

My eyes closed, and I surrendered to the sensation of Lola’s mouth around my cock. The way her tongue swirled around my tip, how she licked up any precum that might’ve oozed out. I grew hot for another reason entirely then, my skin on fire.

Lola made me want to fuck her like no one’s business. Hell, if we never left the house again, I’d be more than fine with it. Who needed the world outside when the fucking universe was bottled up in that crazy little body?

I grabbed hold of her thighs, the only thing I could get a good grip on given my position, moaning out a stifled grunt. She worked me like she’d never worked me before, pleasure shooting through my veins at an alarming rate. My hips began to thrust on their own, taking up a natural pace even though I still wasn’t the one in charge.

One of her hands curled around my ballsack, massaging me while her other hand went to my length and helped milk me with her mouth. The pleasure racketed up a few notches, and I couldn’t think straight. The only thing I wanted was to come, and by fucking God, Lola was going to swallow up every single drop of cum I gave her.

And she would, because that’s what she did.

My entire body tensed up, my balls tightening in her grip as the pleasure became too much for me. A louder groan came from my lungs, my cock spewing its load into her mouth, shot after shot, only stopping when it was emptied. She hummed as she swallowed me up, sounding giddy.

Okay, fuck that. I needed to take her to her bedroom and fuck her right this instant.

I forced myself into a sitting position, causing Lola to take her mouth off my cock. She slid forward on me, and she would’ve fallen off the bench if I hadn’t caught her by the tits. Her ass had fallen to my exposed cock in the process, her back to me still. She didn’t seem to mind, because she ground that round ass upon me, further driving me crazy.

That was the thing about Lola Harding. She knew exactly what to do, exactly what to say, to rev you up. She knew how to work you, how to play you, and make you so addicted you never wanted anything else. I never, ever thought I’d become a one-woman man, but… here I was. Here she was. Together, we painted such a horrific, bloody picture.

In the next moment, I’d gotten off the bench and let Lola go only so I could put myself away. Then I grabbed her and threw her over my shoulder like she weighed nothing. Which she didn’t. Not really. Not to me. We were out of the exercise room, leaving Frank Sinatra behind.

Lola’s body swayed with every step I took, and I slapped her ass, not saying a single word to her as I carried her to the stairs. Up we went.

My destination was her room, but we passed Viper’s, and since the door was open and I saw he was in there, I pounded on it as I walked by, saying, “Viper, come to Lola’s room.Now.” My voice came out gruff and commanding, my cock still rock-hard in my pants.

I didn’t need a break. I could fuck Lola and come all over again, let her cunt do the milking this time. My stamina was nothing to laugh at. But, what could I say? I was feeling the need to do a little double-teaming.

My mind flashed back to the day when I’d forced Lola to suck Viper off; I’d gotten pissed and jealous, but also insanely turned on. It helped that I’d been watching porn prior to that, but still.

I wanted another dick to ream into her, and the only other one in this house belonged to Big Mike, and that… I still didn’t quite like the mental image of that.

“Maddox?” If Viper had looked up to see, he was too late. We’d already passed his room. By the time he caught up with us, I’d already barged into Lola’s room and threw her on the bed, watching as her body bounced on the mattress. He came to stand beside me, asking, “What is it?” Before he could say anything else, his hazel eyes dipped to take in the hard cock tenting the fabric of my clothes. “Oh. Why…”

Lola must’ve known what was on my mind, for she answered for us both, “He wants to watch you take me, Viper. Or maybe he wants to watch me swallow you, too.” She licked her lips in such a seductive manner, I nearly self-orgasmed right there.

I didn’t, though.

I worked to take off my shirt, yanking down my pants next. “You heard the lady,” I hissed out, frowning at Viper, who still stood beside me, motionless, as if he needed step by step instructions on what to do.

Lola slipped out of her sports bra, flinging it at Viper. It landed on his head, dropping to cover his face, and she chuckled, her bare tits jiggling as she did so. She didn’t seem to give a shit that the door was open, although I didn’t think any of us cared too much. Big Mike might’ve seen things, he might hear things every now and then, but as of right now, he was not welcome to join us.

Not sure how that would work with him and Viper, anyway. Sylvester and I were brothers, yes, but not by blood. Still, I did prefer no dicks crossing, if you know what I mean. Sylvester felt the same.

Viper tore off the sports bra, dropping it to the floor. He needed no extra guidance; he was down to have some fun with us, judging by how fast he tore off his clothes and how quickly that slithering cock of his sprang up into action. Viper might not have the same girth as me, but his dick might’ve been longer.

Maybe. I didn’t know. I didn’t take a ruler to it or anything—and I definitely wasn’t hardcore comparing dicks.

Viper took Lola by the throat, yanking her toward the edge of the bed. He pulled her up, kissed her hard, and then threw her back down, letting her throat go so he could help her out of those form-fitting tights. Or leggings. Or whatever the fuck they were called. Those things curved along her ass like nobody’s business.

I took a hand to my length, working along myself slowly. Didn’t want to pump along myself too hard while I watched everything unfold in front of me; the next time I came, I wanted to be buried in that pussy.

Lola’s legs hung over the edge of the bed, and without another word, Viper dropped between them, sinking to his knees. If the breathy sigh that came from Lola immediately after that meant anything, I’d say his tongue work was just as good as Lola’s had been on me. Her eyes fluttered closed, and she took a hand to his head, digging her fingers in his hair. Not long after that, she started to rock her hips.

Not going to lie, watching her, watching them, was hot as fuck. Lola was death incarnate, and she was just as gorgeous as ever. No one here was concerned with the scar on her belly. It was as if it no longer existed to any of us.

“Oh, God,” Lola murmured, her chest heaving with ragged, uneven breaths. “Fuck, Viper, that feels so good. Don’t stop.” Practically begging him to keep going, begging him to give her a release.

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