Page 206 of Vile Boys

“Continue,” I growl.

She pulls herself off the seventh and moves onto the eighth with so much trouble I wonder when she’ll give up.

“Ready to stop?” I muse. “You can call it off whenever you want … I’m right here.”

“No.” She pushes on, taking each ribbed edge like a good girl.

“I can wait for as long as you need,” I say, watching her intently as she sinks down to the base, letting out a whimper.

She takes it so well, without any complaints. I’m in awe.

Sweat drops roll down her cheeks as she takes the ninth one, moaning loudly as it enters her and fills her to the brim.

“Fuck …” she murmurs, her whole body quaking with need.

She’s right in front of me, just out of grasp, but so very goddamn appeasing that I push the boys away and lean forward to meet her as she lifts herself and hovers above the tenth and final dildo.

“You took all of them,” Caleb says as he looks up at her with desire lacing his entire face.

“My God, what a woman,” Blaine mutters, licking his lips.

I tip up her chin and make her look at me while she dips down to make the final plunge. “Last one.” The mewl that emanates from hermouth sets my fucking soul on fire. “Yes, that’s it. Break for me.”

She writhes on the dildo as she goes all the way down to the base, hovering so close to my face I could almost kiss her. But I want her to yearn for it, to be desperate for these lips that could end her anguish and bring her complete and utter bliss. All she has to do is choose.

“Fuck …” she murmurs when she’s finally there.

“Good girl,” I whisper against her lips. “Now stay there.”

“It’s so tight,” she groans. “It hurts.”

“Good. Then you might know an inkling of the pain I’ve felt for you for all of these fucking years,” I growl as I stand from the chair to look at her up close.

Her eyes widen. “Years?”

I grip her thighs and spread her legs. “As long as I’ve waited for you to come to me and become mine completely. Now let me feel how wet this pussy is for me.”

“What?” she gasps.

I grip my shaft and slowly enter her, watching the look on her face change into complete and utter destruction.

“Oh my fucking God!” she yelps as I thrust in.

“Yes, my little rose, I am your one and only fucking God, now submit.”

I grip her throat and force her to take me deep, unloading all of my anger over desiring something so volatile, so poisonous for me.

But she … she’s clawed her way through my mind and nestled there like a goddamn venomous bug, constantly reminding me of what I lost. What I craved. What I needed so desperately that I ended up just taking it without a fucking care in the world.

Death unites us, and death will be our fucking end.

“I want this pussy to be the last thing I feel before you kill me,” I groan, thrusting in and out of her, filling her to the brim. “And you will grant me that final fucking wish like the good girl you are.”

Crystal

He wantsmy body to be the last thing he feels before he dies?

I can’t believe my ears, but at the same time, I can’t concentrate either because of how hard he thrusts into me.

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