Page 53 of Hellbent
“Fuck!” he cries loudly, his cock pulsing violently as he shoots his load.
He thrusts, burying himself in me as he comes, choking back breath until he collapses on top of me with a strangled gasp, and I lie still, heart hammering, caught in the hush that follows, just for a moment.
Damian chuckles. “Oh, we’re coming inside, are we?”
Jake exhales a rough laugh, still catching his breath, pushing my damp hair back with one hand as he presses a lazy kiss to my lips. “Sorry,” he murmurs. “Couldn’t hold back.”
He pulls out and rolls off me, sprawling on the rough wood floor, exhausted and catching his breath.
Damian shifts over me, taking Jake’s place. “My turn.”
My body is still thrumming from Jake, but Damian’s grip is firm, his mouth already claiming mine, taking in a way that leaves no room for second thoughts.
The kiss is rough, deep, fired with all of the heat inside of him before he pulls back just enough to speak. “I’ve never fucked a pussy with another man’s cum in it…but I’m not against it. You’re gonna take two fucking loads today, okay, baby?”
I nod, barely breathing. “Yes.”
He smiles darkly. “You’re so good when you listen.”
Then his hands are on me—gripping my waist, flipping me onto my stomach before I can even process the movement. My cheek presses against Jake’s coat, my body still tingling, still sensitive—but I don’t protest. I don’t want to. Not when Damian’s strong hands slide down my spine, gripping my hips, positioning me exactly how he wants me.
Jake groans appreciatively. “Fuck, I love this view.”
Damian laughs low in his throat, but his focus is all on me. His palm ghosts over the curve of my ass before his hand cracks against my skin, sharp and sudden. I gasp, jolting at the contact, and just as quickly, he soothes the sting with a soft caress.
He digs his fingers into my hips as he positions himself behind me, and then he leans forward as he pushes in, lips brushing my ear as sinks into me, his voice dropping low, dark—and utterly depraved.
“Oh fuck,” he growls. “You’re so fucking wet and slick—this tight little pussy that’s already been filled up so good.”
Heat slams through me. My breath stutters, my hips lifting against him, desperate for more.
He bends down, his nose skimming my jaw, his breath hot against my skin. “So fucking wet, Jesus. I’m going to fuck you just as hard as I want, because I know you can take it.”
Then he moves. A deep, punishing thrust—burying himself as far in as he can go, forcing a cry from my lips.
“Fuck,” Jake murmurs, voice thick. “She takes it so good.”
Damian moans, fingers tightening on my hips as he slams into me again.
“Jesus Christ,” he rasps, his breath ragged. “She’s so fucking perfect.”
I whimper, my fingers curling against the fabric beneath me. Damian doesn’t hold back. His thrusts slam me forward with every snap of his hips.
“You like it rough, don’t you, princess?”
I moan, nodding helplessly.
His hand slides up, tangling in my hair, tugging just enough to pull my head back. “Tell Jake how much you love it when I fuck you rough.”
“Y-yes,” I pant. “I love it.”
“Good.”
A desperate sound slips from my throat. His voice, his grip, the ruthless way he’s pumping into me—it’s too much.
“She’s close,” Jake murmurs, lazily trailing a hand down the side of my thigh. “Feel how tight she’s getting?”
Damian groans. “Fuck yes.”
