Page 67 of Her Psycho Beasts

“Breathe, angel.” There’s strain in Lyle’s voice as he eases his length into me. “Always so tight sweetheart. Just breathe. That’s it.”

Scythe’s fingers are gloriously lazy as he pulls out his belt with his tattooed hands, then unbuttons his slacks.

His hand strays by the zip.

I blink up at him with desire-glazed eyes, only to find his attention is on my mouth.

I suddenly realise that my lipstick must be smeared, and I swipe my fingers at the corners of my mouth

He catches my hand with his, just as Lyle fills me with his entire length, making me moan with wanton approval.

“You are a perfect, wild creature, Aurelia Boneweaver” Scythe murmurs. “Don’t ever forget it.”

I have to let out a slow, slow breath to contain the spiralling emotions now coursing within me. Scythe proceeds to pull down his zipper and release his cock. “Now tell me, who owns these beautiful lips?”

I’m stunned. I’m shocked. My mouth suddenly doesn’t work.

Scythe’s cock is as big as Lyle’s, both in girth and length. But where Lyle’s cock is beautiful perfection of physical manhood, Scythe’s is vicious and ruthless, just like him: he’s pierced from base to tip like a ladder of brutal metal. The head is also pierced right through. At the base of his cock, is a hint of bright silver curls of hair.

I swallow once, then twice, because pre-cum glistens on the tip of that incredible manhood and I am quite suddenlyravenous.

Scythe pumps his cock once. “Aurelia.”

I’m forced to look up at him, my pussy clenching around Lyle’s cock. My lion groans, gripping my hips tighter as he fucks me in long, slow strokes.

Scythe’s silver hair glistens under the warm lights from above, but his eyes glitter dangerously. “I just asked you a question.”

My heart skips a beat and I bite my lip, trying to remember what the fucking question was.

Oh.

“You do,” I whisper. “You own me.”

He growls with satisfaction before dragging the head of his cock over my lips, coating them with pre-cum. I sweep my tongue over my bottom lip, groaning when I taste the warm essence of him. Salty like brine, heady like a drug.

Scythe pumps his cock down, then up, squeezing at the end. A drop of pre-cum emerges at the tip. I stare at it, transfixed.

“Lick it off,” he rasps.

I obey like the good little regina I am, sweeping my tongue over his head. But I’m suddenly overwhelmed with need and place my lips around his crown, sucking hard before letting him go. And by the Goddess, my shark tastes like power.

Scythe tilts his head back and groans. “And who owns this greedy tongue?”

“You do,” I pant.

“That’s right.”

Lyle begins to fuck me harder from behind. I let out a little cry just as Scythe grabs my chin and makes me look up at him. The intensity in those dark, dark eyes takes my breath away.

“Now show me how good you can suck.”

I lunge forward, hungrily closing my mouth around his cock and flicking my tongue against his piercing. The taste of him sends me completely to another world. It’s all male, all intoxicating, and allhim.

Moaning wantonly, my shark slides his cock deeper into my mouth. Metal slides against my tongue and, delighted, I suck hard.

“Such a good girl,” Scythe rasps. “Doesn’t she take both of us so well, lion?”

“She does,” Lyle pants, squeezing my hips. “She always makes such pretty noises.”

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