Page 88 of Vile Boys

“Open your legs,” I growl.

When she doesn’t do it fast enough, I spread them open with a single hand.

RIP!

A mewl escapes her lips when I rip the remaining fabric of her outfit out of my way. I push my fingers right up against her slit. “Remember these fingers, little rose?”

“Like I want to—”

I push two fingers against her mound, circling around. “Hmm … His cock made you wet already.” I chuckle.

I swivel my fingers, and I can feel her struggling not to writhe on this goddamn bench.

I warned her, told her what I would do if I ever got my hands on her. Now that she’s here in my grasp, I’m not fucking letting go until she’s covered in cum, wasted on lust, and completely overcome by exhaustion.

My fingers roll around her needy little clit, as she grows wetter and wetter under my command. Her thighs try to push together, so I squeeze her neck even harder until she stops.

“That’s it. Try to fight me, and I’ll only give you more. Pain. Pleasure. An intricate, intoxicating mix, don’t you think?” I murmur, swirling around until her clit begins to thump with need. “Getting close already?” I twist and turn my fingers and spread her wetness all over her slit. A devilish smirk forms on my face. “Then fucking beg for it.”

I release the tension around her neck enough so she can speak, and her whimpers tell me enough.

“Please …”

“Such a willing little slut,” Caleb murmurs, his shaft bobbing up and down again at the thought of a second turn.

She’s on the edge of another orgasm, so I retract my hand, and the whimpers that follow make my dick so hard it can barely be contained. I bring my fingers to my lips and taste her on my tongue.

Such a delicious taste. Who could pass on that?

No wonder Caleb was so desperate to try her out.

“You want to save your mother?” I ask her. “Then you will be at our beck and call. Any time, any day, anywhere …” I swipe my free hand across her face, picking up all of Caleb’s cum along the way with two fingers. “No limits. Complete submission. Just like a good little fucking whore.”

Crystal

I can’t breathewhile Ares’s fingers are around my neck, squeezing tighter and tighter as he rubs all the cum across my face and picks it up with his fingers like it’s something to play with.

Still, I manage to utter two words of defiance. “Fuck … you.”

His eyes burn with passion as he brings his fingers up to his lips and opens his mouth. His tongue rolls around his cum-covered fingers, and he actually swirls it around in his mouth.

I’m too stunned to even say a word.

What the hell?

The following groan sets my whole body on fire despite the rain drenching my clothes.

His hand moves up my chin, and he pushes down. “Open your mouth.”

When I do, he dribbles Caleb’s cum right back into my mouth straight from his tongue, then pushes my chin so it closes. I can taste him on my tongue just like before in the shower, only with Ares’s added saliva, mixing salty and sweet together.

“Now swallow,” he growls.

I’m almost contemplating spitting it right back in his face. But what good would that do me when he’s the one holding the knife? Ares will definitely punish me, and I’ve already seen what Caleb’s punishments look like … I can’t even begin to imagine what Ares would do.

Slowly I swallow back the cum, the saltiness still inside my mouth after, like an everlasting reminder of their domination over my body that no longer belongs to me … but to them.

“Good girl.”

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