Page 45 of Psycho Killers

I kneel on the bed behind her, straddling Killian's waist so my cock presses perfectly between Calista's ads, showing her exactly what I want. I push on her lower back, her body shaking from pleasure. Spitting in my hand, I wrap it around my cock and give it a few pumps to lube it before pushing into her ass so slowly it rips a deep hum from her throat, the noise only slightlyblocked by Ash's cock as she continues to suck him through the moment.

Killian’s tongue works skillfully against her, flicking and rolling circles around her sensitive clit, and as the tension builds, so does the atmosphere in the room. She tilts her head back, letting out a sound that ignites a fire in my very core.

“Let go, Cali. We’ve got you,” I encourage, wanting her to embrace this small slice of freedom that she’s bravely claimed for herself.

With a tantalizing grin, she flicks her gaze between us, her eyes alight with more than just lust. “Together,” she breathes, and the simple word seals our pact.

Taking charge, Dominic yanks on her ponytail, causing Ash's cock to fall from her mouth. He kneels on the other side of her and guides his cock between her lips, his eyes rolling back as the warmth from her mouth envelopes him. His hips thrust gently, and he begins fucking her mouth while I fuck her ass, and she continues her best to ride Killian’s face, her body trembling against us.

Together, we move in rhythm, a union of souls and desires. Each element of pleasure spirals outwards, wrapping tightly around us, shielding us from the chaotic turbulence that looms outside these walls. This is more than a night intertwined physically; it's a promise forged in vulnerability, a desire to help her reclaim every piece of herself.

As the rhythm builds, the five of us lose ourselves in the heat of Calista's body, the intoxicating scent of her skin mixing with the sweat and the lingering sweetness of our passion. Each thrust, each moan that escapes her lips, draws me deeper into this connection, as if we’re constructing a fortress against the pain of the world outside.

Calista's breath comes in desperate gasps, her body arching in ecstasy while the sensations build and swirl around us likea living creature, pulsating with life. She bounces on Killian's face, lapping at every taste; her moans muffled but laced with unmistakable urgency as she takes Dominic deeper than before. The way her eyes roll back in bliss sends a thrill down my spine, and the possessiveness I feel only intensifies the moment.

"That’s it, baby, just like that," I urge, my lips brushing against her shoulder. “You’re doing so good for us.”

My fingers dig in further, finding that sweet spot as I push harder into her, drawing gasps from her lips as she basks in our attention. The combination of sensations—from the fullness of Ash’s and Dominic’s cock in her mouth to my relentless assault on her ass—creates an orchestra of pleasure that leaves us all yearning for more.

Her eyes flutter open just long enough to catch our gazes, a wild, untamed light flaring within their depths. “I want you all,” she gasps, her voice sultry and defiant. “All of you, right now.”

“We’re here, baby,” Dominic calls out, his voice breaking slightly as he loses himself in the cadence of her ultimate surrender, thrusting deeper into her mouth in a way that causes her to choke pleasantly around him while still managing to keep Killian satisfied with her delicious movements.

There’s something about seeing her own resolve—knowing she’s fully aware of the care we all possess for her—that makes the fire within me roar ever hotter. Her willingness to take the reins of her life strikes a note of profound admiration in my heart. We’re building relationships based on trust, shared experiences, and a commitment to breaking free from the chains that had bound us for too long.

“Let go, Cali,” Ash encourages as he watches her face twist with pleasure.

His voice is seductive, yet firm, filled with the love we all feel for her, and the sincerity fuels her desire even more. With a desperate thrash, she tilts her hips, pushing back against me justas Killian’s tongue finds its rhythm, lapping voraciously at her clit.

“More, please,” she whimpers around Dominic’s cock, her desire palpable as every nerve in her body ignites with euphoric bliss.

“Yeah, we’ll give you more,” I promise, my own restraint threatened as the heat builds—a storm on the verge of breaking. “All that you want, just let it out.”

Her body responds, tightening instinctively around me, and it's clear that she’s beginning to teeter on the edge, every thrust sending her closer to that apex. I can feel the rush of heat and the whimper in her throat. The symphony of our moans blends together—a melody of passion that envelopes the room in a haze of desire.

“Don’t stop; don’t pull back,” she cries, her need anchoring us all together.

She swirls her hips, taking us deeper and tighter into her confines, until she’s lost to the moment, swirling in waves of pleasure, crescendoing like a breaking wave against the cliffs.

With one final thrust from me, an aching depth that feels like a promise, the tension snaps. Calista detaches herself from Killian long enough to scream, her body writhing against us as pleasure crashes around her like the tide. Everything culminates in a beautiful explosion of bliss, her juices spilling forth, soaking Killian’s mouth and coaxing the final throaty groans from Ash and Dominic as they spill into Calista, claiming her for ourselves in this passionate frenzy.

Time appears to suspend as that wild euphoria ripples through us, binding us together in an embrace that feels monumental. It’s a catharsis—each gasping breath a celebration of her decision to take charge of her own narrative, and every ounce of pleasure a reminder that we’re here to write it alongside her.

As the bliss mellows out into gentle waves, Calista collapses between us, panting, her body glistening in the dim light. The room is a blanket of warmth and high energy, and we draw her in, wrapping ourselves around her—all limbs, whispers, and laughter—creating an atmosphere rich with care and affection.

“Look at you, our fucking psycho queen,” Dominic murmurs, affection woven into his words. “You were fucking born to own this.”

Calista glances between us, her eyes soft as she absorbs our presence. “You guys… I don’t even know how to thank you,” she says, her wide smile tinged with awe.

“Just keep being you,” I reply, brushing her hair from her forehead while our fingers interlace, a tether established among the four of us that speaks volumes.

“And remember, we’ll always be here,” Ash adds, his voice steady, grounding her as shadows of doubt retreat in the afterglow of desire.

As Killian cleans the remnants of our wild night and Dominic flicks off the music, the atmosphere shifts from raw intensity to something softer, a warmth binding us all together. This isn’t the end, even if for now we lay intertwined, our souls irrevocably stitched together through laughter, cries, and reckless abandon. From this moment on, Calista is stamped into our hearts, an undeniable force, and our mission to protect and cherish her begins all over again.

I want to tell the world about her courage, about all she is—her complexities, her beauty, and the fight that lingers in her spirit. Together we’re building something that can withstand even the fiercest of storms, a sanctuary where we can breathe deeply, embrace the chaos, and rise above it all.

And for the first time, amidst the delirium of pleasure and ragged breaths, I feel the weight of the past begin to unravel,leaving only possibilities shimmering ahead—possibilities we’ll explore one heartbeat at a time.

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