Page 74 of PortCity Killers

“Why?”

“Because when daddy Bryce is fucking my ass he spreads my cheeks and makes me scream.” I snapped, “He doesn’t tease me.”

“Oh?” malice dripped off of her smiling tone like venom, and I relished in the sound. If she knew how much I liked to hear her tone darken like that, she might very well keep it from me. “Well, daddy Bryce isn’t here to save you, is he? Maybe your brother isn’t the only one who needs to learn some manners.”

Valentina adjusted herself, her clothing feeling too rough against my sensitive skin. She scooted closer into my side, her knees spreading around me to accommodate my body as she set a new rhythm. She kept pace, her fingers sliding across my clit in time with her thrusts.

My toes curled; trembling vines of electricity spread throughout my body. She bit down on my hip, making me jerk and writhe under her.

I shoved myself deeper into the bed, screaming, when the door knob jiggled. I froze, trying to turn but Valentina’s fingers pinched at my sensitive bundle of nerves, drawing another ragged sound from me. The sound of familiar boots clanked along the floor. I was twitching, ass in the air when Valentina’s hand slapped down on my wet chocha.

The spasm that went through me had Bryce’s rough chuckle tingling through me. My poor body was limp, unable to extricate myself to a more comfortable position, so I just let myself hang where I was as he came to the side of the bed to look down at me.

“You must be daddy Bryce.”

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