Page 92 of Touched By Darkness

I’m as feral as her.

“Fuck, such a good little angel whore,” I growl, thrusting deep and holding her there.

My dick fucking throbs, and I nearly lose my shit as my balls draw tight. I stare down at her, at the tears on her lashes, the wet streaks through the blood on her tears. “Look at you on your knees with your mouth stuffed with my cock.”

“She’s damn fine,” Ronan agrees as he fists a handful of her hair and pulls her head back.

My dick slides out from her warm mouth, and she cranes her head to the side and takes Ronan in her mouth without pause.

Unlike me, he fucks her mouth slow and deep, pausing every now and then to listen to her gag while he strokes his fingers over her stretched lips.

Ronan drags his pleasure out to the max, thrusting and grunting. He rams his cock down her throat and smirks like a psycho when she chokes.

This sharing business is fucking painful. I’m not a patient man, but I let them have their fun. I let Alaric pull her off Ronan and grip her head with both hands.

I let him treat her mouth like his own fuckable hole.

His hips pump and pump, and his hands pull on her hair until his knuckles turn white.

With his eyes shut and teeth bared, his thrusts turn jerky, uncontrolled, frantic. And then he spills his seed down her throat.

Before she’s had time to recover or catch her breath, Ronan takes his place and offers her the same merciless treatment as he chases his own release.

There’s something so poetic about unleashing three monsters on a lesser one and watching her get torn to pieces so effortlessly, like she slaughtered that man.

Girls usually moan and beg for more.

This creature growls, snarls, and claws.

She puts up a heck of a fight, even as she sticks her tongue out to eagerly capture Ronan’s cum as it covers her cheeks.

Fisting her hair, he paints her face like she’s his own panting, trembling, and vicious masterpiece.

He defiles her until she’s ruined.

A glutton for destruction, I pull her hair from behind with enough force to cause her to fall back on the grass. Her skirt lies bunched around her waist, her silk panties are still pulled to the side from earlier, and her puffy, glistening pussy is on full display.

I straddle her waist, shove her dress down to reveal her full tits, then order her to squish them together as I pull on her dusky nipples.

They harden to peaks.

Peaks I want to bite and ravage.

I slap her tits, watching them bounce deliciously beneath the moonlight.

Her slender, blood-soaked hands push her generous tits together. I flatten my palm beside her head on the grass and grab my dick with my other hand. A groan rumbles in my chest as my dick slides between her breasts, causing them to bob softly.

“These tits are mine,” I growl, fucking her breasts, my hips thrusting like a savage animal. The more they bounce, the harder I fuck them. I want to hurt her. I want to fucking consume her.

“Look at me,” I order, and her doe eyes lock onto mine as I wrap my fingers around her throat. “You like it when I fuck your tits, hmm?”

“Yes,” she breathes out, but it’s more monster than angel.

“You’re a good little whore, aren’t you?”

“Yes.” This time, her hips lift off the ground, her neglected pussy begging for cock, fingers, or tongue.

She won’t get any.

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