Page 169 of Vile Boys

Oh fuck me.

There’s never been anything sexier than a girl as innocent as her saying those words to me.

I have no qualms about doing whatever she wants. “Please …”

She slowly gyrates on top of me, and it gets me insane within no time.

“F-fuck …” I groan.

“You want this?” she asks, rolling her hips on top of me.

“Yes, please, give it to me,” I whimper.

She grips the pillow underneath my head and throws it over my face.

“You wantthis?” she reiterates.

“Yes,” I repeat through the fabric even though I can’t breathe.

Oxygen escapes me, and I feel myself drifting away into the madness of my own lust and desires as she continues to gyrate on top of me until my boxers are wet with precum.

When she finally removes the pillow, I gasp for air, only for her lips to smother me instead. I moan against her mouth, kissing her back, but she lifts her lips and hovers so closely above them that I want to inch closer.

“You are insane,” she mutters.

I chuckle. “Aren’t we all?”

“I’m not,” she says.

“Aren’t you?” I reply as she gyrates around. “Yet you were so wet for us when we toyed with you during that party.”

Her eyes narrow, and she leans up to grasp the chain. She yanks it until the leather straps are tightened into my skin, partially cutting off my breathing again.

“F-fuck,” I grit when the chain finally stops choking me. “All this to convince me of a lie. You can just admit you enjoyed it.”

She swallows. “It’s wrong.”

“Yes …” I say, sucking in the oxygen like I won’t have another chance. “But wrong can also feel so goddamn good. And what I felt in there, licking you out, even if it was in front of all those people, was nothing short of amazing.”

She inches away from me and sits down on my knees, only to rip down my boxers and free my hard-on, which bounces up and down.

She pulls her shirt over her head, and I gawk at those beautiful, perky tits of hers. My wrists strain against the shackles, desperate to touch her.

“You licked me, made me suck your dick …” she murmurs. “And then you fucked Caleb because he told you to.”

I snort. “Risk of the trade. Besides, I swing all the ways. And I quite liked fucking him and putting him in his place.”

The filthy smirk that slowly trickles onto her face makes my heart throb.

A devil exists underneath that angelic mask of hers.

I just have to coax it out.

She rubs her lips together to hide a giggle. “He did deserve it.”

“Getting a little vindictive there, darling?” I wink. “The wish for violence looks good on you.”

She grabs the pillow again and shoves it over my face.

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