Page 117 of Crimson Tears

“Put these on her, will ya?” he asks as he begins stripping out of his clothes.

I open my palm to find a set of two black cross nipple clamps.

“Where did you get these?” I question as Nessa sits up and turns to look at what I am holding.

“Does it matter? Put them on her.”

I raise a brow at Nessa in question. My little minx bites her lip and nods, her cheeks flaming.

We have played with toys before and already have a few clamps, but this style is new. It takes a minute to screw the four screws into place on each side, but once they are on, I swear my girl’s knees weaken.

Cillian kisses her cheek from behind, and we readjust her to be on all fours between us. Her ass taunts me as she sways it back and forth, teasing me. I smack it for good measure and she yelps, causing Cillian to smile.

“Just wait, Sweetheart. It’s about to get so much better.”

I carefully take my time lining up behind her. No matter what, sex is likely going to hurt right now. So my plan is just to make sure that the pleasure outweighs the pain.

Cillian bends down in front of her, but instead of feeding her his cock the second his knees hit the floor, he surprises me. His lips find hers, and he helps her up so her arms can wrap around his shoulders while I support her from behind.

She groans into his mouth, his tongue tangling with hers. They were made for each other, that much is clear. But what finally seems to click into place is that she was made for me too.

I press into her and reach between them so that my fingers can play with her clit. She grinds into my hand, pushing it against Cillian’s verynakederection. But I cannot bring myself to care when I hear that telltale labored breathing, one that resembles a moaning gasp, the sign that she is close. Right there, on the edge.

I pull back in the same way she did to me and whisper in her ear, “I want more too.”

I push my dick between her legs, coating it in her arousal before nudging her clit. She is too close to play games though, so I help lift her just enough that I can press into her. The moment I do, we both let out a sigh that feels like coming home.

Her wet heat envelops me like a glove, instantly contracting around my achingly hard cock. My forehead falls to her shoulder, and I can feel Cillian’s fingers rubbing her clit as I pump in and out of her in lazy, unhurried strokes.

One of her arms reaches back for me, her nails pressing into my neck as we bring her closer and closer.

Cillian leans around her other shoulder and I watch as he bites down, right over a recently healed scar. It is a risky move because it could trigger her PTSD, but it does not. Instead, she comes so hard she pulls me right along with her. Thrustinginside her as far as physically possible, I think I actually see stars as my orgasm tears through me.

Little white spots dance around my vision as I keep myself buried deep inside her. She squirms, Cillian still messing with her sensitive nub. But the second I pull out, his hand is there.

“I’m going to fuck you while his cum drips out, then I am going to fill you with mine. You’re going to be so full of us that we will be leaking out of you for days.”

Just that image has me growing hard again, which has not happened since I was probably eighteen.

“You got her, Old Man?”

He takes my shoulder and presses me back so that I am sitting on my heels. Nessa follows, her legs spread around me and her ass cheeks holding my cock as it grows back to life.

She wiggles, and it twitches, causing her to glance back at me while biting that bottom lip. I band my arm across her chest, leaning her back so she is spread open for Cillian as I claim her swollen lips.

She melts into me as Cillian hovers over us. I know the moment he pushes into her because some of my cum slips out of her and drips down my leg.

“Feck, Sweetheart. This pussy is so much better than I remember.”

I see her cheeks turn red. Not pink,flaming red.

“Are you actually going to make her come this time, Kid?” I ask. I should not know that during her first time she did not reach an orgasm, but one night Nessa let that little detail slip after we had a few drinks.

Cillian thrusts into her so hard it pushes me backward, but I keep my hold on her firm.

“Just for that, I plan to make her come twice.” His thumb presses down and I watch Nessa try to buck in protest and painful need. “I’m going to force this pretty little pussy to comeall over my cock. Then I’m going to have your old man here pinch your tits while I do the same to your clit.”

“Yes,” she moans. “Please.”

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