Page 88 of Nest Of Lies

“He’s got his fingers inside me. He keeps pulling them in, oh, shit, and out, please, Ran.”

“You taste delicious,” Ran says, and judging from Lia’s keen, he shoves those fingers right back in there.

I let out a growl when she grips me tightly.

“You have hold of him, now stroke, up and down. How does he feel? Isn’t his cock pretty? And look at that knot. I volunteer as tribute!”

“Yes,” Lia moans.

“I’ll teach you how to deep throat him one day,” Ranger whispers seductively.

She lets out a mewl, and then I feel another hand on hers, and Ran guides her up and down.

“Like that. He loves it.”

“I love everything,” I protest.

“I know, you’re an easy slut, Valen.”

Lia laughs.

“Ready to try and sit on this teeny tiny excuse of a cock?” Ran asks.

I growl but gasp when Ran flicks my balls.

“Be quiet, we’re playing,” Ranger snaps. “I’ll help you, yep, just sit back like that. As slow as you want.”

“Just the tip?” Lia whispers.

I moan. Those words drive me half out of my mind, but I’m determined not to move.

“Just the tip,” Ran agrees, his laughing eyes locking on mine. “At first.”

I let out a deep moan as she sits, pressing the head of my cock into the wet heat of her pussy.

“Thats it, make it slow, torture him.” Ranger climbs up on the bed behind her, straddling my legs.

“Ran!” I warn.

His hands slide over her thighs, and then up over her hips, and finally, cupping her breasts and squeezing them.

“Valen likes to be restrained and tortured a lot,” Ranger whispers. “You and I are going to have so much fun.”

I watch as his hand slips between her legs.

Lia lets out a harsh moan and slips down on me, her core clenching so tight it makes me fist the sheets on the bed.

“Good girl, it feels good, right?”

Lia nods her head. She’s biting her lip, her expression one of intense pleasure.

“Can you take this teeny tiny dick just a little bit further?” Ran murmurs. He reaches and rolls my balls. I surge up, burying myself further inside her.

Lia gasps, her eyes wide and unfocused.

“Are you all right? I’ll kill him, I promise. Once we’re done, I’ll beat him to a pulp,” I ramble, struggling to find words.

“Now, I want you to move like this.”

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