Page 34 of PortCity Killers

If it was possible, he might have been blushing for the way his skin darkened at his neck. But he didn’t say anything, just waited, watching me.

My skull ached, and as much as I liked Valentina’s hands ripping my head back, I really didn’t think my hair follicles could take the abuse.

Instead, I didn’t waste any more time in reaching inside, gently shifting Don’s now extremely hard cock from his pants.

My breath caught in my throat when his hips jerked towards me. His hands tightened on the sides of his chair. I stared at him, blood smeared on his dick, the skin silky in my pale hand.

The splashing color contrast had my body flushed, the heat inching up my core to spread through my veins. I thought I could hear the groan of the polished wood under his grip, but they didn’t splinter despite how white-knuckled he was.

My breathing drowned out everything else around me. I laid my hands on his thighs, counting in my head to ten as I mentally calculated every spare inch of skin. The light spackling of tight, curly black hair above his dick to the coiling of his abs.

It was intimidating to be on my knees in front of him here, Valentina’s hands in my hair. She lowered herself to a knee just like she had when she was holding Collin up for me, but made no other movement—just watched me until I turned my eyes back to Don.

He was curved in the way I knew would be just a little too uncomfortable to ride him for too long–if I ever did. His cock was thick, though not as thick as Bryce, but he was longer.

I wondered if I would even be able to take all of him regardless of which hole he used.

Valentina’s fingers massaged the back of my neck gently, sneaking in and out of my hair lightly gripping before sliding back out in no discernable pattern.

I licked my lips, my hands coming up to Don’s flesh. I watched a clear drop of precum bead across the broad head of him.

“Give him a kiss, Alex, let him feel how wicked your pretty little tongue is.”

Don shivered, and his head pulled to the side for a moment before he fixed his eyes on me again like he couldn't bear to look away. I settled closer to him, encouraged by Valentina’s cooing when I relaxed against his thick, powerful thighs.

They flexed; pure muscle clothed in the silky dress material. I took him in one hand, pumping his dick and making him breath hard as my grip left red trails down his skin.

The other hand wrapped gently around his hip the way it always did with Bryce.

It was instinctual to want to pull Bryce closer to me every time he thrust in and out of my mouth, to want him as close as I could when he was inside me no matter what part of me he was entering.

I needn’t have worried about that here though, and I should have known that. As soon as my tongue flicked across his head, as soon as I was lowering my head over his dick Valentina’s smooth circles in my hair turned vicious.

She claimed my head with her grip, again, and she pushed me into Don’s lap. I gagged, the surprise of her force making me sputter against his skin. She lifted my head up until my neck was bowed back before she kissed me. Hard. Rough.

The taste of cherry lip gloss mixed with the metallic tang of blood.

The salty undertone of Don’s skin settled underneath it all at the back of my throat. It was the first time I had wanted another taste of cherry anything.

She pushed me back down, but nothing could have prepared me for Don’s hips thrusting into my mouth at the same time.

The way he touched the back of my throat made me squirm and jerk against them. I whimpered, crying out around his girth.

My teeth scraped across the length of him, but he didn’t stop, just hissed slightly before cupping my jaw. His big hands wrapped around my neck and throat as he and Valentina directed my movements.

“Such a good muñequita, so perfect para tu reina? ¿No?”

I moaned at the harsh breathing of Valentina’s words in my ear as she forced me down on Don, her movements becoming jerkier as she shifted herself closer to me. I tried not to tense.

I knew from experience that the tighter I held, the more it would hurt later, so I crunched my abs together and squeezed my hands into small fists against Don’s hips but loosened my jaw.

I made myself malleable, gripping at the material of his shirt as tight as I could while still letting the back of my throat loosen.

“Do you like being my little doll? Do you like me to make you Don’s perfect toy? What do you think, Don? Do you like Alex being our muñequita?”

Don’s groan held me captive. His grip tightened as his thrusts became wilder, more out of sync. I loved it—fucking craved it.

I wanted to see him lose that tight rein of control he’d been holding onto every time I looked at him and know it was because of me.

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