Page 92 of Haunted Hearts

I chuckle, “I can play nice and share occasionally.”

My fingers slide in and out of Willow’s hot, wet pussy.

“How generous,” she teases before I circle her clit again.

“We can use this as a teaching moment,” I suggest, looking down at Willow, finger fucking her slowly. Her hips wiggle beneath me but it gets her nowhere. “Next time you want to run, you don’t challenge the man with instincts of a predator to catch you.”

“What do you have planned?” Brock asks, leaning down to capture Willow’s mouth, cutting off whatever she has to say.

Her body clamps down around my fingers harder.

Already, different scenarios are racing through my head as I pull my fingers free of Willow’s body. Willow tries to yank her hands free again and this time I let go. Her palms slap on my thighs before she pushes against me, trying to wiggle free.

“Where do you think you’re going, baby girl?” Brock asks as Willow tries to sit up.

He crouches behind her, reaches around, and grabs her gently by the front of the neck. He leans forward and kisses the side of her face as her gasps get cut off.

“Didn’t you just hear Kwil? You’re in for a lesson, Willow,” he murmurs in her ear.

He loosens his hold on her throat but doesn’t let go of her.

“I’m not going to make this easy.” Her warning is met with twin grins.

“Good,” Brock chuckles. The reaper looks up at me. There in those dark depths, excitement is burning. “What are we teaching Willow this morning?”

“The most important lesson there is.” I reach down and use the claws on my left hand to rip the front of her blouse open. When I climb off her body, Willow tries to use her elbow to knock Brock away from her. I grab the fabric of her pants and yank them downwards as Brock grips Willow’s neck tighter and takes her elbow to the rib with a grunt. As she sits up again, his other arm wraps around her waist, effectively pinning her arms to her sides and her back to his chest. She thrashes, growling with frustration as she gets nowhere. I grab her ankles to pin them down. I chuckle darkly. Like this, she’s ours to do with as we please. Brock and I stare as her breasts jiggle in her feeble attempts to get free.

“So feisty,” Brock murmurs lovingly. “Who knew I’d be intothis?”

I grin.

“There’s a lot of things to like about Willow. The best thing is that you don’t know what she’s going to do or say next.”

“I’m right here, you know!” she snarls as she continues to struggle.

“Don’t worry, we’re aware,” Brock assures her, his lips skimming across her shoulder.

“Little Minx, your lesson will be to see how well you listen to instruction,” I meet her gaze with a grin. Without breaking eye contact I add, “Brock, dick out my friend.”

Brock doesn’t hesitate. He lets go of Willow and immediately his hands go to the rim of his pants. Willow takes the opportunity to fight me again, ready to run off, but I yank her towards me by the ankles, dragging her a few inches through the sand. I grab her hand as it flies towards my face, yank her up right and after a bit of a wrestle, I get Willow on her knees, facing Brock, and her hands pinned behind her back.

“How the hell did I get like this?” Willow screeches with annoyance.

Brock chuckles as he fists his dick, stroking it slowly while he stares down at Willow.

“You’re going suck his dick, Little Minx and you’re going to listen to my explicit instructions,” I explain. Brock scoots closer on his knees, wagging his dick in Willow’s face.

“Careful, I could bite,” Willow warns.

“Bold to assume I don’t like pain,” Brock counters, flashing her a grin. I laugh. I like this guy.

“Go ahead, Willow.” I force her upper half down with a hand pressing between her shoulder blades.

Brock’s dick disappears out of sight as Willow’s mouth wraps around him. The reaper lets out a harsh gasp.

“Grab her hair,” I order as he groans.

Brock fists Willow’s mass of curls by the base of her skull as I lift my hand away from her back. I free my dick to find it weeping. Seeing the bead of cum sitting at the tip of my dick sends a flare of anger through me. Why would my body waste such a thing? It belongs inside of my woman. I use my index finger to wipe away the excess and reach down to slip it inside Willow’s pussy. Her hips jerk as I sink my finger deep into her body. When I’m satisfied her body took what’s mine to offer, I pull my finger free. I don’t go far, as Willow sucks Brock’s dick, I gather her arousal that smeared around her upper thighs and all over her sex and use it to coat my erection.

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