Page 118 of Crimson Tears

He laughs, looking down at her. “Look at our pretty little slut, begging for everything we can give her,” Cillian says, his Irish accent prominent when he is this turned on and dirty talking.

I stiffen at his language, but Nessa rolls her hips which causes her ass to squeeze my cock.

“Just wait until you’re healed, Love. We’ll fuck you so hard you won’t be able to walk the next day.”

He thrusts in and out at a rough pace, one that makes me question if our girl can really handle it.

I lean her back more, which apparently causes Cillian to hit just the right spot as I watch her face. It swiftly changes from a pinch of pain to mind numbing pleasure.

“Oh shite, yes, Killer, right there. R-right. T-there.”

He shoves his fingers into her mouth, causing her to gag and her muscles to tighten. “I need your tears, Love. Cry for me.”

I watch as she gags again and again, tears springing to life in her eyes as she smiles around him. It is equal parts hot as it is confusing. I have never wanted Nessa’s tears, but right now, I love seeing them fall down her cheeks while we give her everything she needs.

Cillian leans down, licking the salty droplets running down her cheeks.And fuck if it is not the hottest thing to witness.

He picks up speed, hitting her so deep I swear I can feel him through her stomach.In fact…

I press my hand down just under her belly button, and I do feel him. I feel her too because she comes undone instantly. I hold pressure there, prolonging her orgasm until I could swear she rolls right into another one.

Tears fall from the corners of her eyes as she cries out. The kind that makes me feel proud because it is liquid proof thatshe is ours in every way imaginable. Her pain, her pleasure, her body, her heart, It all belongs to us.

“Get to work, Old Man,” Cillian instructs as he thrusts into her while circling her clit with his thumb.

She tries to pull away, but we hold her tightly between us. My fingers pinch and play, massaging her luscious, full tits and fastening the clamps just a little tighter. It doesn’t take long until she begins to stutter words neither of us can make out.

Cillian stays inside of her while he pinches her clit, then he groans when she squeezes him. It’s as if he is overstimulating himself and her at the same time.

It is such a turn on that I find myself rocking into Nessa’s ass. Cum and arousal have dripped down so that I slide perfectly between her cheeks. The crown of my cock rubs along her tight back hole, but I want to save that for another time. One where we can really destroy her with pleasure.

“S-so c-close.” Nessa gasps, her hands reaching for both of us. One grabs my leg as she embeds her nails so deep I hope she leaves a fucking scar. As it breaks through my skin, the other goes to Cillian’s bicep.

The moment she comes undone for the third time, we follow her. Jets of cum shoot between her back and my chest while Cillian comes inside her and fills her to the brim. It is so much that it drips out and down between the two of us.

I should have thought twice about us having these activities on my fifty thousand dollar custom-made rug, but I cannot bring myself to regret it. After all, I can have it cleaned.

Speaking of cleanliness, I am about to tell Cillian we need to take her to the shower, but he stares at me as he pulls out of her, then moves my hand to hold what is left of our combined release in her.

“Keep it in.”

I can see it in his eyes how much he needs this. This claim on her is so much more than just some sort of cum kink. This is Cillian craving to be part of the woman he loves.

I nod as we get to our feet, doing as he asked. Then I lift her into my arms so that I can carry her to the shower.

“That was incredible,” Nessa says, and we both smile. She can hardly keep her eyes open as we step in the shower and clean her up. Cillian takes his time removing the clamps carefully.

“Seriously,” Nessa says when they are finally off, “where did you get these?”

“Damien gave them to me. They were in the gift bag for the club’s opening.” Cillian looks between us both. “Did you not get gift bags?”

“And you just happened to have them in your pocket tonight?” I question with a brow cocked.

“Of course,” Cillian shrugs, standing to his full height before pulling Nessa with him as he begins to soap up a loofah. “Always be prepared, that’s my motto. And since you won’t let me have guns in the house, I might as well arm myself with weapons of pleasure instead.”

I cannot help the laugh that bursts out of me. None of us can. The sound echoes on the tile of the shower, making this place feel more like home than it ever has before.

I watch as Cillian cleans Nessa, paying careful attention to her sex and helping soothe away the soreness of her nipples. He loves her more than I ever believed a man could love a woman until I met Nessa. Even then, I thought it was only me.

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