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His body vibrates as he begins to thrust. The needles seem to tingle more, pulsing tiny reverberations through my nerves, contrasting with my sore nipples. I’m high on endorphins. Somehow, I soften my muscles, welcoming him inside me, moaning from the fullness. It’s deeper, stronger than the time he fucked my ass with the knife handle.
His hands wander along my back, fingertips softly roaming along the edges of my spine where he stuck the needles and roses. The petals flutter from his movements. Another deep groan, then Acheron picks up his rhythm, fucking me faster and curving a hand upon my throat in a firm grip. The action tunnels his cock inside me more. Soft cries and whimpers trip over each other, and I bite down hard on the gag. His other hand moves to my pussy. Three fingers stab inside me, circling. Hot need pulses through me as Acheron thumbs my clit, working the slippery nub from side to side before rubbing it, stimulating the nerves.
And then, he fucks me. Like a beast off its leash, he power fucks my ass. I feel every ridge of his cock. He drives himself so hard and vicious in me, some of the needles fall, clattering to the floor with the roses tumbling like clumps of blood and ink.
“Ohmm!” I screech from the power his muscles deal on my ass, sending burning shocks of pain and pleasure. I clench around his cock and his fingers, a squelching noise sounding from my pussy.
“You like me fucking your ass, don’t you, horny girl? Fuck, it’s like a goddamn vice clamping around me. I’m not going to last. And you’re going to come with me,” he commands, voice gravely and dangerous.
He works my clit with a fury. Rubbing and circling until I feel those flutters inside me. My eyes roll back in my head.
“Fuck, yes!” he growls and jerks his hips, ramming my ass so hard, he rearranges my insides. And spurts ropes of his cum inside me.
Colors burst my vision like paint splatters. A hot storm of bliss roars through me, shattering me until I’m screaming from the intensity of the orgasm as it surges lightning through the reward center of my brain, striking every receptor with ecstasy. And something new…and intense spurts from me.
Acheron cups me with a throaty growl. “Fuck, there’s my dirty girl squirting all over my hand.”
I’ve never…I can’t believe…
His palm lingers, coated in my fluids, trapping the heat as his dick throbs inside me, my ass milking the last of him. Tiny heartbeats vibrate through my pussy, the aftermath of the climax. I’m so warm, practically glowing from everything.
When Acheron pulls out, my chest pitches, but I say nothing. Just watch, gaze at him as he shoves his dick back in his pants, advances to Aldridge in the next room, and promptly grips his head and snaps his neck. Turning him into a corpse in one split second.
Applause resounds, thundering from beyond the glass. The glass which is coated in globs of cum again.
Those dark eyes, glinting with the carmine pupils, lock on me. No one else. But he opens his mouth to say, “Thank you for coming, gentlemen. A grand supper is prepared for you in the dining hall. My security will escort you, and I will join you presently.”
I’m so spent but relieved when they’re gone. And one by one, Acheron removes the needles from my skin. And then, the ropes…
38
“Beg for it, Little Quill.”
Chapter Playlist:
“Addicted” – Enrique Iglesias
CAL
I can’t fucking get enoughof her.
Proof when I’ve got her forced against the ledge of the bath, her upper half draped across the tile, pretty, pierced tits bouncing as I pummel her ass again. Her nails claw at the tile, and her cries fill the air. But I can tell she’s close. She’s grinding against the ledge, trying to get friction. But I slam my hand down on that plump ass and jerk her away, dominating her, reminding her I control her pleasure.
“You want your ass fucked, Everleigh?” I pull out to the tip, feeling her clench hard, trying to hold me. I lightly squeeze her left breast, careful not to touch the piercings. “Beg for it.”
“Uhm, no,” she sobs and tries to pull away.
Gripping her hair, I yank her head back and set my teeth at her jaw. “Admit it. You love me fucking your ass. You can’tget enough of it. The way I make you feel. The way I make you come.”
“Go to hell,” she spits, her eyes burning.
Oh, I’m going to give her ass hell.
Gripping the back of her neck, I force her down harder and slam my hand against her backside—over and over until her flesh is the color of roses. Until tremors rip through her as she whimpers with need.
Turning her around, shoving her against the ledge so it chafes her reddened ass, I position my dick against her forbidden hole and impale her. Her wail is music to my ears. She throws her head back, exposing her neck as I work her up and down on my cock. Her tits swing and bounce with every stab and thrust.
I open my mouth on her throat, digging my teeth in until she’s swallowing hard and moaning. When I stab my fingers inside her, she clenches, clamping down—far too close to her orgasm. I jerk them out, and she sobs. Her hands thrash, scratching at my chest and neck.
