Page 140 of Deliver us from Evil

I’m about to start sobbing.

He lets go of my wrists. Sits back on his heels. Strokes his dick and studies me. Then he turns his head a little and says, “What do you think, boys? Hard and fast, or soft and slow?”

I jerk under him, my eyes darting to the dark pools of shadow in the living room.

Zach and Apollo step forward. They’re still dressed in their pajamas—a pair of boxers for Zach, and a vest and jocks for Apollo.

They’re both hard. The lust in their eyes is unmistakable.

Color blazes over my cheeks. Cass slaps my pussy again. “Eyes up here, Trin.”

My eyes fly back to him. “Cass—”

“Let them watch,” he says, putting his head to the side. “Maybe if you give them a good show, they’ll still want you when I’m done.”

When he forces the first inch of cock inside me, everything else ceases to exist. My back arches, a soft sigh escaping my lips. He teases me, keeping just an inch of his dick inside me as he strums my clit.

I’m so fucking close to coming I almost unravel the second he finally thrusts into me.

I let out a breathless moan, scraping my nails down his arm.

He folds down, catching my lips with his. His kiss is deep and soulful as he slowly starts fucking me with every inch of his cock.

Slow.

Hard.

His kiss intoxicates me to the point where the room starts spinning. I stab my nails into his back, then his ass, trying to get him to grind harder against me.

He groans, his lips trembling against mine. “Jesus, princess, you’re holding onto me so fucking tight.”

He’s heavy, but deliciously so. And when he starts moving again, it’s slow and steady.

“Are you going to come for me?” he whispers.

“Yes.”

“Then come, princess. I want to feel you coming all over my cock.”

He kisses me again, and slides a hand between us. He massages my clit with his thumb, slowing down until he’s barely moving.

Then he rams into me, filling me with every inch of his dick.

Again.

Again.

But he doesn’t surrender my mouth. Doesn’t stop teasing my clit.

When I come, it’s with a shudder and an explosion of bliss deep inside my core.

He pounds into me, and then his cum fills me. He thrusts again, grunting against my lips, like he wants to get even deeper.

Everything down there tingles furiously when he pulls out. He keeps stroking my clit, each caress sending new tendrils of pleasure through my body.

He gives me a last kiss, soft and gentle, as he climbs off me. I lose myself in his mouth, my legs falling open. His cum leaks out of me, and I don’t even care if Zach and Apollo see.

He’s still kissing me when the couch sinks down between my legs. I try and look, but he grabs my chin and forces me to keep kissing him. And he never stops massaging my clit.

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