Page 68 of Where the Wicked Reign

Even as tears streamed down her face and I completely brutalized her throat, she kept tonguing me and swallowing, kept holding my dark gaze defiantly, rising to the challenge and meeting me head-on.

She gripped my ass and tried to ram me down her throat harder, rougher.

It had me slowing instead, watching her take me, witnessing her coming apart for me. Giving herself over to me in a way I’d wanted forsolong.

I jolted when Julian suddenly dragged the dildo over my lips.

I turned my head a little to the side so I could see them both. Then he shoved it into my mouth, making me taste her dripping all over it.

With his free hand, he reached into his pocket, then slapped a condom packet into my hand.

He wanted me to get to the big finish, knowing it wouldn’t be over for me until I had her coming all over my cock, but also getting that I was reaching a very dangerous stage.

I pulled from Caterina’s mouth, rolling on the condom and intending to take a moment to get back some control, but then she lurched up, took Julian in a sloppy deep kiss that had him beside himself, then lunged right at me, shrieking.

Fuck.

I caught her at the last second and spun her into the wall.

But she didn’t like that. Or she was too far gone to accept it, because then she was dislodging my grip, and kneeing me in the gut. It had me lurching, then stumbling back when she thrust her fist into my face, too.

I snarled like the beast I was, the beast she’d just called out fully.

I was vaguely aware of Julian trying to intervene, but her knocking him away, before she then ran at me and drove me into the opposite wall.

As I jarred hard against it, she was there, shrieking and scraping her sharp, manicured nails over my face, my throat, down to my pecs, and along my abs.

She grasped my dick in a painful grip, and that just had me pulsing harder in her hand.

She was in a frenzy, drawing blood all over the place, her hands and tongue all over me in moments, too. And then she was wrenching at my shoulders and slamming me back into the wall over and over again, abusing me in a hell of a bliss-inducing way.

“Fuck, yes, there she is. My filthy little princess.”

She ripped me off the wall, then hauled me around, shoving me onto the armchair I’d been sitting on earlier.

My ass had barely hit it when she leapt onto me, screaming and growling and even snarling.

And then she dug her nails into my shoulders and slammed herself down onto my cock.

I roared out into the room and she shrieked as she took all my thickness in one go.

She didn’t even take a minute, before she was riding me like a mad thing, ripping at my hair, then jerking me forward and scraping her nails down my back too.

I grasped her ass and jack hammered up into the tightest cunt I’d ever had the good fortune of fucking, bouncing her on me rapid-fire.

She threw her head back, ripping her hair tie out of her hair, then yanked on it, moving from that to her breasts, even scratching them until they were red-raw.

“More! More!” she cried desperately, completely lost to it.

I went to grab her hand to shove it between us on her needy little clit to make her come apart over my cock, but Julian was suddenly there, spreading her open for a moment, then nestling something between her folds.

It started buzzing in the next second, revealing what it was.

The sensation reverberated violently along my shaft.

The intensity was almost painful.

Just the way I liked it.

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