Page 93 of Haunted Hearts

Any excess, I use to lube up her asshole.

Willow jerks as I coat the ring of muscle between her cheeks, but Brock keeps her head down. Once her asshole is lubed, I insert a finger. Willow moans and Brock hisses.

“I know you can take Brock deeper than that, Willow. Relax your jaw,” I order as I finger her back door. I look up at Brock, “Help her out a bit.”

The reaper snickers as he uses her hair to guide her head further down his cock.

“Huh, that’s better.” I muse as I pull my finger free.

I take my erection and guide it towards the hole my finger just occupied.

“Look at those lips,” Brock groans, leaning back to watch Willow work. His hand fisted in her hair helps guide her tempo. “Fucking perfect.”

“She can go deeper,” I tell him. “Willow, what did I say about relaxing that jaw?” I nudge my head at Brock who forces her down further.

Willow chokes, stiffening as she struggles to take the length of Brock down.

“If you just listen to me, Little Minx, and relax that jaw, you’ll be fine.” I tell her, biting back a chuckle as her body starts to relax again.

“This is a listening exercise, remember?” Brock adds as his eyelids lower halfway, as he loses himself in the pleasure Willow’s mouth elicits.

As she continues to bob her head, I press into her ass. Willow moans again, stiffening as the tip of my head sinks into her body.

“Relax,” I warn as her body clamps down hard around me.

The vibrations coming from my cock are intensified in such an intense hold. At this rate, I’m not going to last. Knowing this is going to be a short-lived lesson, I press forward then pull back in short strokes, allowing her body to adjust to me.

“Take him down your throat, Little Minx, as far as you can.”

Brock presses her head even further down his cock. At the same time, I make it all the way into her perfect ass. I sit there and let my dick vibrate inside of her, giving her body the pleasure that it needs along with the time to adjust. Her body tightens around me as she chokes and sputters.

“Just relax, you got this, Willow. You’re listening so well,” Brock coos, his pace quickening as he guides her head up and down his shaft.

She does as she’s told. I can feel when this position becomes more pleasurable for her rather than overwhelming. As her body and asshole relax, her throat follows suit, giving her the ability to take Brock even further down. I don’t have it in me to continue giving Brock or Willow anymore direction. Having Willow wrapped so tightly around me causes all thoughts to scatter. When my hips begin to move, there’s no stopping them. I try to go slow at first. With each jerk, Willow’s body rocks forward, causing Willow to take Brock further down.

“You’re doing so good, baby girl.”

I ignore Brock as I stare down at my cock as it slides in and out of Willow’s body. Together, Brock and I use her body for our own pleasure. I would have bet money that Brock would be the one to cum first. His desperation causes his control over Willow’s head to be jerky and the hard concentration on his face shows he’s a man on a mission.

But it’s Willow who finds her release first.

Her body clamps down around me hard. It takes me by surprise and forces my own release to happen. Willow chokes around Brock’s dick as she cums. The sound and struggle must have been Brock’s undoing because he jerks forward, gasping, before stilling and spilling his release down her throat. I can’t stop cumming. Having given chase, dealing with Willow’s fighting, and then having Willow challenge me… It’s just too perfect. It’s everything the monster and I want. And clearly, what Willow needs. Her body quivers and shakes hard and consistently as she rocks back on my cock.

By the time Willow’s body goes slack, all three of us are spent.

Collapsing in the sand we all pant loudly. We lay like that until our breathing becomes even and all that can be heard is the sound of the ocean. With a sigh, Brock pushes himself up to lean onto his elbow and looks down at Willow.

“You ok, baby girl?”

Willow hums. “Better than ‘ok’.”

We all laugh softly. My hand searches for hers. When I find it, our fingers weave together. Brock takes her other hand and lifts it to his lips.

“You did good not killing me with your power,” I tease breathlessly.

Willow giggles.

“Keep up the good work, baby girl,” Brock murmurs. “Fulton won’t stand a chance against you once we get him on his own.”

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