Page 97 of Wicked Devotion
“Where are your manners, sweetheart? Be a good girl and beg for my cock. Beg me to fucking ruin you.”
“Please,” she moans when I rub over her clit.
“Please,what,” I hiss, trailing my fingers down the path of her spine until she arches her back even more, pressing her needy pussy against my cock.
“Fuck me,” she forces out. She wants to drop her head in shame, but Max is quick to cradle her face, sliding his cock over her lips.
There seems to be some silent conversation going on because after breathing in deeply, Lily speaks up again.
“Please, sir, fuck me.”
Lily is so tight it almost hurts when I bury my cock inside of her in one brutal thrust, making her cry out to a God that won’t come to help her.
She’s mine now, just like Max. Mine to break, mine to put back together.
“All. Fucking. Mine,” I growl in between harsh thrusts, pushing Max’s cock deeper down her throat. She’s trapped between us, and from the way her cunt clenches around me, I don’t think there’s a place on earth she’d rather be.
“Logan, I don’t know how much longer—“
The look on Max’s face tells me it’s only a matter of minutes if we continue like this, so I give him a nod, and he takes a step back while I slide my hand up Lily’s back. Touching her with the uttermost softness until my fingers tangle in her hair.
I push her down, pressing the side of her face against the dewy forest ground. Lifting her hips up with my free hand, the new angle allows me to fuck her so deep and hard she tries to whimper my name with every thrust.
Her body screams for the last bit of stimulation to send her over the edge, so I snake my hand underneath her. I fuck her with a force that has my fingers rubbing over her clit with every move, and just as I feel her muscles starting to tense up, I pull my hand away.
Ruined orgasm or not, her pussy still gets so tight, like she wants to trap my fucking cock. So tight that no amount of self-control is enough to stop my orgasm.
Somehow, I still manage to pull out. Streaks of white coat her pussy, a mix of my cum and her wetness slowly dripping out of her, and the image alone is enough to keep my cock hard for hours.
Lily wants to sink down on the ground with quivering legs, but my bruising grip keeps her in position.
“There’s something Ididpromise you, sunshine,” I say, looking at Max, whose cock is slick with so much spit and precum one could think he had been fucking her just a moment ago. “So, wanna lick her clean?”
Max doesn’t need to be asked twice. He comes over, grabbing Lily’s thighs as soon as he kneels next to me. She yelps when he lifts her up, but the yelping turns into moaning when he buries his face in her cunt like a man starved.
She tries to grind over his tongue, and just when I want to scold him for spoiling her, he pulls back.
“You’re not going to come on my tongue tonight, baby. You’re gonna come on my fucking cock.”
Turning Lily around, he pins her arms over her head as he looms over her, using his free hand to slide his cock over her pussy.
“Not like this,” I say, swatting his hand away. “A little more effort, sunshine.”
The cocky grin is back on his face as he pulls Lily up with ease to pull her onto his lap. Her back is pressed flush against his chest as she melts into his touch, even more so when he trails his hands up and down her body.
Max grabs her thighs, and Lily gasps, looking a little nervous when he hooks his arms underneath her knees and lifts her up. With every attempted movement of hers, her skirt hitches up higher, exposing her pretty pussy. So wet, like she’s crying for our cocks.
Agonizingly slow, Max begins to lower Lily onto his cock, letting out a strangled moan once he’s fully inside her.
“That’s all you got?” I ask, twisting my knife around.
Lily gasps in surprise as Max presses her legs closer to his chest, spreading her open until I can see every minuscule move as his cock stretches her out.
“Happy?” His voice is strained, making it obvious he’s holding back. Putting my satisfaction above his own pleasure, and damn, if that doesn’t drive me crazy.
“Very.”
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