Page 50 of Stormbinder King
“Louder,” he hissed, his body over mine, his bite on my ear. “Louder so my brother can hear.”
“Fuck me with your cock,” I screamed as loudly as I could, my whole body tensing in need.
I heard an eerie distant howl, somewhere outside the village, pain and fury mingled together in one powerful skin-crawling sound.
Symeon
My fated mate.
But my whole body was tensing, waiting for the only thing that could satisfy me.
And when Jack’s cock slid between my thighs I was already moaning in relief.
He fucked me hard and fast from behind, grinding my body into the bed.
The room was filled with the heavy, hard smacks of our bodies connecting, his heavy balls slapping me in the thighs.
I came with a little shriek, the sickly-sweet relief flooding my body.
But Jack wasn’t done, his cock barely softening as he flooded my channel with cum, moving his hands to grip my hips.
If he wasn’t done, I wasn’t either, another orgasm pressing urgently at me.
And then he fucked me again, and again, until we were both slick and dripping with sweat, Jack’s cum running down my leg out of my overstuffed pussy.
Then he moved to my ass, his strong fingers running down to spread my cheeks wide.
“Your pussy is a little sloppy. I think I’ll try this nasty little hole.”
And I could only moan in whimpering, weak submission to him as he took me there too, pressing his cock in past the tight ring of muscle until my ass stung, but still I burned for him.
Still I wanted him, craved everything he gave me, begged for more, cried out with pleasure as his hands gripped my hips, even as I hated it.
When he finally let me go, I collapsed on the bed, my limbs trembling and my dark hair stuck to my sweaty face.
I heard Jack’s heavy breathing, felt his chest rising and falling.
“I know that fucker heard every bit of that. Every moan you made.”
He slapped my ass as he always did, but I didn’t move. Usually I turned to snuggle into him, fit my head in that crook between his chin and sculptured chest.
But it was a lie. It had all been a lie.
I stayed in my collapsed position, my dry eyes staring unseeing at the wall and the dark forest beyond, the sun peeking over the tops of the trees now.
I thought Jack would go but he squeezed my chin with a little pinch.
“Open,” he said.
Then he bent between my limp legs, running his tongue up my leg and scooping up a slick pile of cum.
Then he opened my jaw and spit it into my mouth.
I swallowed it obediently and then turned to the wall again.
But he grunted with displeasure, and pinched my cheek with his hand, turning my face this way and that.
There was a puckish, gleeful look on his face and I knew it meant he was pleased to be giving his brother pain.
