Page 120 of Doomed
“She’s got a throat like velvet,” I tell Jenson, watching his face contort with pleasure. “You feeling good, Brother?”
Jenson nods, unable to form words as Bianca does a little trick with her tongue that makes his thighs tremble. His reaction has me grinning with pride.
“That’s it, princess. Show him what that mouth can do,” I encourage, slowing my thrusts to let her focus. “Nothing hotter than watching my girl worship cock like it’s her fucking religion.”
Bianca moans around Jenson, the vibrations making him curse and grip the motorcycle seat for support.
“You’re about to blow, aren’t you?” I ask him, increasing my pace again. “She’s got you right on the edge.”
Jenson grits his teeth, shaking his head as he pulls back. “Not yet,” he growls. “I want something else.”
I understand immediately. So does Bianca, as she moans. I slow my thrusts, leaning forward to brush my lips against her ear.
“Is that what you want, princess? You want to feel both of us inside you? Filling every hole?”
Bianca stops sucking Jenson, looking back at me over her shoulder. Her lips are swollen, cheeks flushed with desire.
“Yes,” she whispers, her voice cracking with need. “Please, Knox.”
Jenson’s already scanning the area, spotting some wooden pallets stacked nearby. “Over there,” he says, nodding toward them.
He heads to his car, returning with a blanket from his trunk. Smart man, He arranges it over the pallets—a makeshift bed in this concrete wilderness.
I pull out of Bianca, my cock glistening with her arousal as I help her stand on shaky legs. Her eyes never leave mine as Jenson positions himself on the blanket, his thick cock standing at attention.
I reach between her ass cheeks, gently twisting the jeweled plug. “Let’s get you ready.”
With one smooth motion, I pull the plug free. Bianca gasps, clenching around nothing as I reach into my pocket for the small bottle of lube I always carry. For moments exactly like this.
“Always thinking ahead,” Jenson notes.
I coat my fingers generously, working the slick substance around and into her tight hole. Bianca whimpers, pushing back against my hand.
“My eager little slut,” I murmur admiringly, guiding her toward Jenson.
He positions himself beneath her as I help lower her ass onto his considerable length. Bianca’s eyes lock with mine, her mouth falling open as she takes him inch by inch.
“Fuck, fuck, FUCK,” she hisses, her filter completely gone. “So, fucking big... God, I love feeling stretched like this. Makes me feel like such a filthy whore.”
The words pouring from her mouth shock even me. My perfect princess transformed into this magnificent creature of lust.
“Wait until I’m back in this sweet cunt,” I growl, positioning myself between her spread thighs. “Then you’ll really have something to scream about.”
Without warning, I slam inside her, burying myself to the hilt in one powerful thrust.
Bianca’s reaction is instantaneous—her back arches sharply, a scream tearing from her throat. Her pussy clamps down around me, milking my cock as she comes hard.
I thrust into Bianca’s pussy while Jenson fills her ass, creating a rhythm that has her writhing between us. The double penetration transforms my proper little artist into a wild and uninhibited creature.
“Fuck me harder,” she demands, her voice raw with need. “Split me open. I want to feel you both so deep I can’t breathe.”
Jenson’s eyes widen at her filthy mouth. “Jesus fucking Christ,” he grunts, his pace faltering momentarily. “You keep talking like that, I’m going to end up coming inside this tight ass.”
Panic flashes across Bianca’s face. She knows the rules—no other man gets to breed her. That privilege belongs to me alone.
“Knox,” she gasps, her eyes finding mine, silently pleading for direction.
I tangle my fingers in her hair, pulling her head back to expose her throat. “I’ll allow it today,” I growl against her neck. “You can have a bit more cum, princess. I want you dripping from every hole.”
