Page 86 of Dance of Madness

“Please—”

“Then you’ll need to stop strangling my cock like your hungry little pussy isbeggingfor my cum, baby,” he snarls.

I moan pitifully when I feel him swell evenbiggerinside of me. His heavy balls slap my ass with every brutal thrust. His hand is still at my throat, cutting off my air. His other hand slides between my legs, pinching my swollen, aching clit.

The swelling, building sensation inside me feels like more than I can handle.

More than I can withstand.

More than my nervous system can endure.

His body is in a mad frenzy against me: muscles clenching, hands grabbing, nails scratching, breath panting. His teeth rake down my neck, and just as I feel myself start to detonate from the inside out, they latch firmly onto my throat.

Pain lances through me, mixed with the gut-wrenching, soul-shattering, mind-numbing sensation of my body coming apart at the seams, but it’s that bite that sends me over the edge.

Pain mixed with pleasure.

Damnation blended with rapture.

I’m only vaguely aware of the screaming, of my nails sinking into warm flesh and hard muscle. Of his cock pulsing violently inside me as his cum floods my insides. Of my walls clamping around him as my orgasm drags me down to hell.

I whimper, wincing slightly at the soreness between my legs as he slides out of me, his cock glistening with my cum and his, tinged pink with a little blood.

I slump against the bed, my bodywrecked, my pulse hammering wildly in my ears as I collapse in on myself.

“Not yet, princess.”

He wraps my ponytail in his fist and moves up my bruised, battered body until his swollen, heavy cock is bobbing right in front of my face.

“Open that pretty mouth and show me how good girls clean up their messes.”

I freeze. He can’t be serious. His cock is still coated in our cum. Has my fuckingbloodon it.

Nero’s piercing green eyes lock with mine as he reaches down and slowly starts stroking his still very hard cock. His other hand tightens in my hair.

“Open wide,” he murmurs darkly.

God help me, I do.

My lips part. I moan quietly as he presses his sticky, wet cock between them. I can taste him—and me—as he glides over my tongue, into the back of my throat. He groans, slides out, then pumps back in.

Then he does it again. And again.

His cock thickens to iron, stretching my jaw as he starts to fuck my face with manic, brutal strokes. His hand slides down my body, and I whimper in both pain and ecstasy as he starts to rub my clit.

“That's it, princess,” he grunts. “Suck my cock clean like a good girl.”

He rams in again, and again, andagain, until suddenly, I feel him groan as his abs tighten and his cock swells inside my mouth.

Holy shit. He’s coming. Again.

And so am I.

I can only groan and mumble and slobber around his cock as the final, punishing orgasm grabs me by the throat and shakes the life out of me. Nero grunts, and I feel his hot, sticky cum flood my mouth until it leaks out the corners of my lips.

He pulls out with another deep groan, stroking his bulging, twitching cock and splashing more cum over my lips and cheeks, and down my throat.

My eyes barely peel open. Instantly, they’re met with a clash of violent green as he slowly, languidly, strokes himself. He reaches down, running one finger through the cum on my face and slowly pushing it into my mouth.

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