Page 111 of Unwrapping Deviance

I don’t give a shit if they hear us when I grab Mira’s flailing hips and drive my cock into her soaking hot channel with a single, violent thrust.

Her scream sings through me.

It vibrates through my bones and gathers in my throbbing erection now balls deep in the tightest little cunt I’ve ever fucking been in.

“Fuck!” I moan as if licking chocolate off a spoon for the first time in my life.

Mira isn’t listening. She’s lost in a mindless spiral of release that has snatched her voice box. She’s a rigid board of trembling limbs, her pussy an iron fist locking me in place as she falls with such ferocity, she can’t catch her breath. Tears leak from the corners of her shut eyes. Her nails tear strips off my back. I can feel the droplets of blood but nothing else as I watch her die a beautiful death.

I don’t let her come back. I don’t let the orgasm slow. I drive my hips, slamming into her again and again. Drawing out every drop of her climax until she’s moving with me. Meeting every pump. Digging her heels and lifting her ass.

Damp lashes spiked into stars sweep open and I’m caught in the glossy sheen of ravenous hunger. Bottomless blue pits pulling me down with her.

I have a vague recollection of the group gathering their things and hurrying away. I know we only have a short time before they tell someone. We’re in a public hiking trail with families everywhere. Not the best place to fuck my brother’s baby, but if this is the last pussy I ever have before I’m locked up, it’s all I need.

Her pussy.

Only hers.

No one will ever feel like this.

Hers or nothing.

Still, I need to worry about her. I can’t let anyone find her like this. They can’t put her in the back of a cruiser with my cum running down her thighs.

I push aside all other thoughts but the little demon digging her nails into my flexing ass and urging me deeper.

“Want more, baby?” I pant.

Mira nods. “Yes. I can go again. Please. You feel so good.”

Challenge accepted.

I grab her hands and pin them over her head, fix them to the hard earth with my one hand around her wrist. The other, I close around her slender throat. Not hard. Just enough for her to feel the pressure. The strength of my fingers when I drive my cock to the hilt. High enough to hurt. To give her a hint of that sweet pain that yanks her back off the ground. It sends her head back with a silent scream on her gaping lips. Her legs thrash. Her pulse hammers under my fingers as I match each drive with the control of her air flow. The muscles of her arms shudder, ripple with the same tension coursing down her thighs.

“You like that, don’t you?” I taunt, grazing her bottom lip. Kiss it. Suck it between my teeth and bite until she finally cries out. “You like feeling my cock so fucking deep it hurts. You like it when it hurts, don’t you, my little brat?”

Mira’s answer is the choked sound of my name before she cums again. Her hot, liquid heat burns my dick. Her walls compress to the point of pain. It’s sucking me so beautifully. So ... perfect.

She’s perfect.

She’s never getting rid of me.

And I fucking tell her so.

I pound my dick into her seizing hole, slamming harder, deeper, giving her no time to recover.

“You’re mine,” I hiss into her ear. “Daniel’s and mine. I will fucking kill anyone else who touches you. Understand, brat? Do you have any fucking idea what you’ve done?” I drill each word into her with my hips, feeling the collision of madness and climax inside me as the world ceases to exist. As nothing matters more than the helpless creature I’m fucking into the earth. “You will never leave me. Say it.”

“I won’t leave you,” she promises, teetering herself; I can feel how close her foot is to the ledge.

“Mine!”

She nods, but she’s cumming again and the motion is jerky.

“Say it!” I growl, driving. Pounding. Getting lost in her release.

“Yours!” she wails, heaving and shuddering under me as I empty everything in her welcome channel. “Yours. I’m yours and Daniel’s.”

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