Page 39 of Game of Hell
I spread my legs as far as they’ll go with the leathers around my ankles. A crack of a branch echoes beside us and my head snaps toward the sound.
“Someone may be watching, Ronan.” My pussy clenches around nothing at the thought of someone seeing us. Fuck, I should be ashamed of myself but I’m not.
His finger slides between my folds, opening me to him. My back arches as I lift my ass higher, granting him full access to all of me.
“Why does it matter, Little Devil? They should see this pretty little cunt too.” Two of his fingers dip into my hole teasingly, before his tongue swirls around my clit.
A low moan leaves my lips as I push back. There will never be a word that describes how fucking good his tongue feels. Each swirl, stroke, and swivel sends me into a state of ecstasy that I never want to leave.
My thighs shakes as he sinks a third finger into me, pushing in and out at a rough pace that makes my toes curl. His grip on my thigh tightens and his nails dig into the soft flesh. I can feel the bruises forming but I don’t care.
“You’re so fucking wet, my dirty little devil. You like it when I take from you, don’t you?” His tone is rough and incoherent as he devours my pussy.
“Yes.” I scream as he latches onto my clit. His teeth sink into the soft bud, sending a rippling wave of pleasure through me. “Fuck yes.”
Being wanted by Ronan is the most addicting drug I’ve ever tasted. I want him to go ahead and pull his cock out, fucking me into a state of insanity and never pulling out. I want to feel the small hairs on his lower stomach brush against my ass. I want to feel him until I can no longer see straight and pass out.
My pussy clamps around his fingers tightly and a low groan leaves his lips. Pressure builds in my core with every plummet. My eyes snap shut as he spins his fingers, hitting my g-spot perfectly and causing me to see stars. I’m a cold, panting mess, and the more he takes the more I want his cock buried in me.
“You’re doing so good, Little Devil. Putting on a show for all to see.” His voice grounds into my clit and that tears the orgasm right from me.
Every part of me tingles and blurs as the juices flow out of me. My head reels and his pierced tongue flattens against my pussy, licking from the top to my puckered ass. Heat blows through my veins and my core spasms on his fingers. My legs quake but his grip on my lower stomach keeps me up.
His fingers leave me but his tongue steadily swirls around my center. He leans back and I turn to look at him. His lips are swollen and red, glistening with my arousal.
A brief shadow stretches behind him and I blink, when I reopen my eyes it's gone. I frown and look up at him. He doesn’t notice as he strips off his jeans and boxers, his cock springs free with cum dripping down the tip.
“Did you see that?” I try to turn around but his grip on my waist tightens.
“Oh no, not this right now, Little Devil. It’s my turn and I’m not waiting any longer.” He pushes into me with one thrust, stretching my walls to accommodate his size.
Whatever I was saying disappears into a cloud of lust and a guttural moan slips out. My nails dig into the statue and split with pressure. Blood leaks from my finger tips but I don't feel the pain as he pushes in and out of me.
“You feel so good my little devil. So fucking good.” His lips dip from my ear down to my neck.
His teeth skim the area before plunging into the flesh. I can feel him break the skin and blood dripping down my back. I’m so sensitive from his first assault it hurts me beautifully as he keeps going. The pain and pleasure whispering into one until I lose control.
His hands, his lips, his words sear into me, every single part of him worshipping me and coaxing me to turn into a puddle. Atear leaks from my eye and I throw my head back as a second orgasm floods through me. My eyes catch a bloodied finger sticking up from the other side of the statue and I gasp.
“Ronan.” My voice is a squeal along with a soft moan.
I squirm underneath Ronan but he doesn’t care to notice my struggle as he pushes into me. His groans are loud, letting me know how badly he's enjoying my pussy but my eyes snap back to the finger. The skin is puffy and pale.
My face heats the longer I look at the blood soaked finger. My cunt tremors and a terrible wrack forces through my body. I furrow my eyebrows in thought. I’m turned on unbelievably strong because of the thought that there could be a dead body right across from me.
I’m fucked.
“R–Ronan.” His name leaves my lips in a desperate moan as another orgasm trickles through me.
My body feels like a feather and my vision blurs. A white light flashes in my eyes as his warm cum shoots into me and my eyes roll into the back of my head.
“That’s right, baby, drink all of me down into this sweet little cunt.” Each wreck forces me to push against him, dragging my orgasm out.
“There’s a dead b–body.” I weakly whisper and he slowly pulls out of me. His cum slithers down my leg and leaves me cold in its wake. I shakily stand up, my legs wobbling below me as I force my eyes on the finger again.
“Where? I’ve got you seeing things now?” A dark chuckle leaves his lips as he helps me pull my jumpsuit back on. Our sticky juices makes it easy for the jumpsuit to roll up my body but leaves behind an uncomfortable slime in my pants.
“I swear. It’s right over there.” I point to where the finger sits pointing up towards the sky.
