Page 141 of Deliver us from Evil

A cock presses against my entrance.

I groan, shift. I want to know who it is, but he won’t let me.

But at soon as that first thrust slams into me, I know.

I gasp as Zach fucks me, so hard I can’t kiss Cass back anymore. But he doesn’t seem to care. He just rains kisses on my lips and chin until I push him away.

It’s not fair.

He had me all to himself.

When I face Zach, he stops fucking me. But his cock is still buried in me to the hilt. My eyes flutter, but I force them wide. I grab his shoulder, urge him down.

He moves stiffly, like he’s resisting me.

But he’s going to have everything, whether he wants it or not.

I slide my fingers in his hair and rock my hips against him, urging him to fuck me again. “Don’t stop,” I whisper. “You can fuck me as hard as you want.”

There’s a moment’s hesitation, and then he ducks forward and kisses me. His cock draws out, but it slams back a second later.

Pain, pleasure—they mix and swirl around inside me in a dizzying fog.

We can barely keep our lips together, but it doesn’t matter. Just the heat of his breath and the caress of his mouth against mine is enough.

That way, he can breathe in every gasp and catch every moan I make as he punishes me.

“Are you going to come for me too?” he asks, breathless, fervent.

“I don’t know,” I tell him. This is fucking torture of the best kind, but whether I can come when he’s fucking me so hard is anyone’s guess.

“Make it happen, little girl,” he growls. He straightens, grabs my wrist, and slaps my hand between my legs. “And hurry, because I’m not waiting for you.”

He grabs my hips, adding even more force to his powerful thrusts.

“Christ, Zach, you’re going to break her,” Apollo says.

Zach grabs my hand again, and forces me to touch myself. “You never done this before or something?”

Tears leak from my eyes, but I don’t know if it’s shame or terror or pain or pleasure.

I don’t even care.

Cass strokes my hair. “Come on, baby girl.”

I touch myself, start massaging my clit.

“Harder,” Cass whispers.

Zach’s fingers dimple into my hips. I massage a little harder, my mouth falling open as that tiny nub starts sending urgent pleasure signals soaring through my body.

“That’s it,” Zach says. “Now faster, sweetheart.”

I speed up. My head pushes back into the couch. I start moaning and rocking as I lose control over my body.

“Look at me,” Zach snaps.

I force my eyes open, but they’re blurry as fuck. He starts slowing, but each thrust is now more violent than the last. The impact of our hipbones meeting goes through my body like an aftershock.

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