Page 152 of Bake the Town Red

“Tyler.”

“I’m looking at your asshole, Dahlia. Your pink, clenching asshole.” He doesn’t slow his thrusts. He leans over me, his voice fluttering over my back and settling into my heart. It does more than soothe me. It encourages me. “Jesus fuck, my cock is soaked. You’re not just wet, little savage. You’re drenched. And I’m so hard for you. You feel that? How much I want you?”

“I do.” My fingers curl around the handle of the knife. I crawl forward, and Tyler joins me, his legs straddling Rita’s. “I want you more.”

“Impossible.” Tyler’s thrusts are relentless.

I hold on to the side of Rita’s pretty face and press the knife to the top of her forehead.

“It’s impossible to want anything more than I want you. My goddamn bones have been starving for you. Can’t”—smackand my ass goes on fucking fire—“you”—Ty grabs my hips with one hand, leans on the other and pounds deeper, more rough—“see?”

I can. I can also see how beautifully Rita’s face leaves her body. Despite Ty’s pounding and having him steal my breath away, I manage to stay somewhat stable. I’m able to carve off her face.

When I reach her mouth and remove her lips and duct tape, all hell breaks loose.

As I suspected, she threw up.

Ignore. That’s what I do. Tyler’s groaning and hitting my G-spot every time and that makes me even less impressed by her puke.

“Little slut.” The man slash beast behind me rises. Spits on my asshole. Shoves two fingers inside. “Your pussy is milking me. Begging me to fuck babies into you.”

“Yes.” I peel the skin off Rita’s throat. There’s blood everywhere. Not as much as it would if her heart was pounding and sending it there. Just the right amount. Just enough to please me.

“Fuck.” Tyler slows his thrusts, only because we’re moving down Rita’s body. “I’m going to give my beautiful cum whore what she wants. I’ll give you so much of it.”

I slice the skin on her collarbone down to her chest. Throw the square slab to the side. The splotching sound is delicious. I like it better tonight than ever before, when Tyler’s cock stretches me as I do it.

“You know what I’m going to do when my cum drips down your thighs?” I’m done with her breasts when he’s at my ear, pulling on my hair. “Do you?”

His eyes must be closed, though I wouldn’t care if they were open. No more tits for Rita. No more pretty pink nipples.

“What?” I slice the skin off one arm, peeling it off. It looks like I’m shoving a sleeve down her arm.

“Daddy’s going to push it back in. Use my fucking fist so I wouldn’t miss a drop.” His teeth tear through the fabric of my dress. I moan as another slab of Rita’s skin flies in the air and lands fuck knows where. “Going to shove so much of my cum in you, you’ll have triplets, little savage.”

With a strangled cry, I come for him. I’ll come a million times for this man. The force of it causes the knife to slidesideways on Rita’s second arm. In my haze, I try to succeed at fixing it while calling out Tyler’s name.

“Eyes. Closed,” I grit out. It’s time to remove the skin off her pussy and, fuck, I’m jealous. “Don’t look.”

“I would never.” Tyler’s warmth disappears, no longer heating my back.

He drags both of us back so I can cut off Rita’s cunt and remove the perfect, smooth triangle. I’m not jealous. I can totally appreciate a pretty pussy when I see one.

It won’t be for long.

“I’ll never look at another woman for as long as I live.” His palm connects with my ass five times. He’s aggressive and sexy as fuck, and I don’t care that my knife delves into Rita’s flesh instead of sliding beneath her skin. “I’m definitely not looking at Rita’s. My eyes are closed.”

“Yes.” I move faster, careless, as I discard pieces of Rita’s legs and feet to the side. I’ll put them in the dog’s bowl later. “Please.”

The skin over her last toe is removed. Tyler’s hand finds my hair and tugs. His other hand slides to the front of my throat, choking me while he slams into me from behind.

“Such a good girl.” His teeth sink into my shoulder. Sucking on it as we’re at the feet of a very red Rita. “Good fucking girl, Dahlia.”

His heat shoots through me as he comes and comes. So much seed. So much of Tyler. I feel it in my womb. I feel it leaking down my thighs.

“Again,” Tyler demands.

He stays in place, allowing me to flip Rita’s body. We repeat what we’ve done to her front, skinning her back while I come twice. Tyler does a second time when I’m finished, his groan loud and feral and so incredibly him.

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