Page 14 of Dead Woman Walking

Jason chuckles against my back, leaning more into the haystack. His growing cock now pushing against my ass.

Ghostface and I’s kiss turns feverish really quickly, each other pushing for control. Until finally he pulls back with a groan. I whimper, lips parting for more.

But it never comes.

I lick my lips, tasting him on my tongue. “Why are you guys doing this to me?”

No answer comes, and I hear a slight shuffle before hands grab my inner thighs and push them further open.

A hot breath brushes my pussy, and my lips part for air. None of the hands on me moved, telling me this was Ghostface. His soft lips kiss and lick the soft flesh of my inner thigh, making me quake.

Then he bites mehard.

I yelp, making Jason move his hand over my mouth instead of my eyes. But with the grip he has on my neck, I still can’t look down.

Ghostface’s hot tongue runs over the bite mark, and just from how sensitive it is, I can tell I was going to be bruised.Why does that excite me?

Then he leans in, his breath brushing against my pussy again, but this time it feels like a tease. My body aches to be licked and sucked on by him. Then finally his mouth latches on to my clit, making me moan and my eyes close.

Jason chuckles again, planting his hips against my ass.

“Shut up,” I mutter into his palm.

Ghostface pulls back, making me whimper and want to apologize. He bites my other thigh, and I squirm and cry against Jason. It hurts, and yet, my pussy is growing wetter the longer he holds onto my flesh.

“Please. Please,” I pant against Jason’s hand.

Ghostface inhales sharply, pressing his face back into me. His mouth devours me, making me moan and melt into Jason. My heels press into the ground as his piercing rubs against my clit.

And here I thought Brahms’ mouth was going to be delightful.

“Fuck,” I mutter. My eyes close as his tongue circles and tastes all of me. My hips roll with each flick of his tongue piercing, ass pushing against Jason’s dick and Ghostface’s mouth. I am lost, lost in lust, trapped between two warm men, one with a throbbing cock on me and one with his mouth on me.

Jason growls heavily, hand tightening around my throat.

My head spins, and white flashes behind my eyes. Moans escape me.

I feel one of Ghostface’s fingers running against my dripping hole. I can hear the sound of my wetness as he slowly runs his finger through the folds. Then with wet fingers, he slips it into me. My breath leaves my lungs. The tip of his finger curls, and I cry when he keeps rubbing against it.

“Fuck!” My hips are moving as an orgasm builds within me, hips tightening. Heat drains and rushes to my core.

Jason moans behind me, hands gripping me harder.

My head spins, pleasure raking through me.I can’t take it anymore.My thighs are shaking, hips thrusting more erratically. A hard cock pulses against my ass while fingers curl to my G-spot.

I am gone, head stuck in the clouds as I moan into Jason’s palm. He removes his hand to let me cry, “I’m coming! I’m coming! Please! Please!” My hips are rolling, and my breathing picks up. My fingers feel icy numb with pleasure as my impending orgasm draws all the blood in my body to one spot.

Throwing my head back, I sob. It is cut short by Jason wrapping his hand around my throat. Blood rushes to my head, and for a moment, I feel light. Then my knees buckle, and my body crumples as I finally come.

Hard.

The sounds of liquid rush down there, and I moan in delight.

Jason lets my throat go, and I gasp for air.

Ghostface doesn’t pull back at all, lapping up his mess. I twitch and whimper as his mouth presses against my sensitive clit. When he is done, he pulls back, standing with his mask on now. He wipes the bottom of his chin, arm sleeve wet with my juices.

“Fuck,” I whine.

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