Page 66 of Crimson Flames

“Even an old man has a few tricks up his sleeve,” he says, one hand palming her tits as the other spreads her pussy lips. Her shirt is pushed up enough that I can see when he pinches her nipple and her hips circle the air, searching for more as he holds her open.

“Are you going to fuck her?” he grits out, clearly needing her as much as I do.

“Is that what you need?” I question, wanting to take this slow enough that we don’t hurt her more. But when blown pupils meet my gaze, and a needy “yes” leaves her lips, my knees go weak.

I drop my pants and fist my aching cock, trying to stave off my feral need for this woman. Precum glistens at the tip as I stroke myself, watching her body beg for me.

“Fuck me, Killer.” Hearing her beg is enough to have the last tether of restraint inside of me snap.

My hand goes to the head of the seat next to Boris as I look her in the eyes and position myself at her entrance.

“Do you need me to fill you with my cum, Love? Do you need to feel full with us?”

She nods swiftly, her little gasps and moans like music to my ears as she tries to get me to push into her. “Please. It makes me remember. You both make me remember the good.”

“Do you want to take both of our cocks at the same time? We could make you so full your body would never question its purpose again.”

She whimpers, and I thrust deep. It’s been a while, and her body has changed with the surgery, so I know I will have to relearn what she likes. I also know that we’ll need to stretch her a good bit before she actually takes both of us.

“Killer,” Nessa growls, her eyes nearly glowing as they look up at me. I keep my pace slow, stopping once I’m fully seated.

“Say please,” I taunt.

“Pleasefuck me before I kill you.”

Damn, she is so hot when she’s feisty like this. It makes me laugh out loud.

“Bold words for a girl who’s tied up,” I tease.

Nessa turns her head to look at Boris.

“If he won’t give me what I want, I know you will.”

What a little brat.

Before he can utter a word, I pull all the way out and slam back into her. She gasps, moaning as she exhales, and I can’t help but do the same.

She feels so damn good. Seriously, you’ve got to try this sometime. Just, like, not with my girl.

My hips thrust, giving her exactly what she needs. I abandon all pretense of taking this slow because my hell cat has finally come out to play.

Boris holds her hips so I can get deeper, and when I find the right angle, so her eyes roll to the back of her head, I hit it again. And again. Until tears spill from her eyes as she looks up at me.

But for the first time in nearly two months, I’m not seeing tears of sorrow or grief, these are ones of undeniable pleasure.

Leaning in, I lick them from her face just as I feel Boris’ hand come between us to play with her clit. He knows what her tears do to me, and he’s helping us come together.

Aw, he really does like me.

When a sob breaks through her lips, one of pure ecstasy, I lose my control. Burying my cock deep inside her, I release two months of pent up need.

Okay, maybe like two weeks because I had to get off the other night when she was rubbing her tits all over me in her sleep.

But either way, it is nearly endless.I’m partially shocked it isn’t coming out of her throat by now.There is nothing quite like coming inside of the woman you love. Nothing.

When Boris pinches her clit, she contracts around me, squeezing my sensitive length until I shudder out a breath of pain.

Her body goes limp between us, but we aren’t done yet.

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