Page 44 of Psycho Killers

The moments blend together as we explore and consume each other, our laughter and whispers mingling with the sweltering heat of the room. Dominic and Killian join us, their presence a suffusion of strength and warmth that settles in around Calista, cradling her like a queen among knights.

“Let’s turn the music up,” Killian says, scrambling to the stereo in the corner.

As the beats pulse around us, a kaleidoscope of sensation, I lose myself in this moment—a beautiful chaos we’re collectively forging anew.

Calista dances between us, her laughter cascading like music, her arms flung wide as she spins in the middle of the room—a colorful twirl of joy under the dim lights. Each laugh echoes against our skin, tearing down the high walls that have encased her for too long. It isn’t just about this physical release; it's also about liberation and healing—a journey we’re navigating together, raw and unguarded. As she draws nearer, her playful grin morphs into something deeper, almost vulnerable.

“Are you ready for me?” she asks, biting her lip as if testing the ground beneath her feet and hoping we’ll follow her lead.

“Always,” I whisper back, my heart pounding in synchrony with hers, waking all parts of me that had lain dormant under the weight of worry and anxiety.

What follows is an evening of raw emotion and electric passion, where we weave our lives together in passion and desire. I watch as Dominic kisses her with reverence, his hands roaming dominantly across her skin, while Killian pops the last of the liquor for the night, pouring it out with a laugh that invigorates our spirits. Ash, always the caretaker, pulls backlongenough to spread a blanket across the bed, creating a shared sanctuary.

Everyone undresses as the music plays in the background, amplifying the mood we're all submerged in. Calista lays on the bed, her naked body glowing in the moonlight as her hands roam her body, putting us all on edge.

Fuck, she's beautiful.

I take a few steps towards her and lean down, hovering over her as I look deeply into her eyes. She smiles, reaches up and grabs the back of my neck, and pulls me down until our lips collide and we fall into another passionate kiss.

While we're lost in the moment, Dominic and Killian lay down on the bed beside her while Ash stands at the foot of it, stroking his cock slowly, his eyes stuck on the sight of her naked and on display.

"Sit on my face, Little Psycho," Killian demands, his voice rough and dominant. "I want to taste you while you ride my tongue."

We break the kiss, and she eagerly straddles his face, lowering her pussy to his mouth, his hands clasping around her hips to hold her tightly in place. The intensity of her movements sends my heart racing, the thrill electrifying the air around us. Calista presses down onto Killian’s mouth, and I can barely take my eyes off them—her gasps, his deep groans—it all creates a soundscape that makes my body ache with longing.

“Damn, Cali, you’re perfect,” he manages to mutter between gasps, the vibrations of his voice sending tremors through her body, and I watch in awe as she rides him, her pleasure palpable.

I lean in close, desperate to be part of this moment, and I slip my hands along her sides, feeling her soft skin. My fingers interlace with hers, lifting her arms to showcase her surrender, a silent promise that we're all in this together.

“Look at you,” I whisper, my voice hoarse with desire. “You’re fucking beautiful like this.”

Her eyes flicker with fire, igniting even more of my own desire. “Don’t stop,” she breathes, urging me forward as she still rides Killian’s face, his tongue buried deep in her pussy as he greedily slurps up her juices. The sight of her on him, tangled in ecstasy, drives my pulse to thrum in my ears. Dominic shifts beside her, his gaze intent as he leans forward, brushing his fingers over her thigh, his eyes dark with hunger.

“You want more?” he asks, his voice low and teasing, awaiting her response like a predator hunting its prey.

“Yes,” she gasps, her nails digging into the strands of Killian’s dark hair, pulling him even closer, as if trying to merge their bodies into one.

“Your wish is our command,” Dominic replies, and before I can fully process it, he leans in closer, trailing kisses up her leg, inching upward with delicious deliberation that has her moaning even louder.

I move to her other side, my lips finding her skin as I follow Dominic’s lead, trailing hot kisses that ignite her senses along her ribcage and up to her collarbone. She drapes her body over us both, creating a bridge of pleasure that ignites the air around us. Suddenly, Ash steps closer, his eyes fierce but filled with warmth.

“This is what you asked for, right? All of us?” His voice carries weight, a confirmation of the connection we’re forging here—something deeper than mere physicality—something that means we’re choosing to be vulnerable together.

Calista’s breath catches, and she nods, her focus torn between the sensation of Killian’s working tongue and the tenderness radiating from Ash.

“Yes,” she pants, her body arching between us.

“I’ve got you,” Ash says softly, hovering at the end of the bed. He positions himself carefully, giving her space but yearning for the intimacy we share. “I want to see you feel good, to take care of you.”

Her eyes sparkle with mischief as she bounces on Killian’s face. “Then come here, Ash,” she beckons, her voice a sultry invitation as if she were a siren calling to him.

He hesitates only a moment, then steps forward, his imposing frame towering above her as he takes her hand in his, kneeling close enough for her to reach out and pull him into the fold. He grabs her chin, tilts it slightly, and guides his cock to her mouth, pushing in slowly to savor the feeling of her warm lips sealing around him as she swirls her tongue around his pierced shaft.

Calista’s gaze shifts between us, her pleasure suffusing the room, and I take a moment to appreciate how far we’ve come—all the pain, the turmoil that had led us here, to this beautiful chaos of shared desires. We may be sharing her body, but we all desire her spirit—the woman so fiercely vibrant and full of life.

“More,” she moans around Ash's cock as he fucks her mouth, directing Killian to grip her hips tighter, while simultaneously pulling Ash closer, leaning into his masculine strength as she basks in our worship.

I marvel at the way she moves with confidence and the way we all fall into step beside her enthusiasm. Every touch, every kiss, becomes an exploration not just of flesh but of bonds that can withstand the storms brewing outside.

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