Page 157 of Sinister Legacy
More.
More.
Keira is never satisfied.
“Please, King, can I suck your cock.”
“No, you can’t.”
Confusion flickers in her eyes.
“But you can fight me while I tear through your cunt.” In a quick move, I shove her down onto her stomach, forcing her screaming face into the dirt, and nail her to the damp ground with my cock.
Oh, the fucking fight she puts up, spluttering while she wriggles and screams under me as snot and saliva strings form between her nose, lips, and the ground.
My balls slap against her clit, and my fingers wring her hair in such a tight grip that I’m sure I’m tearing it from the roots while she pleads with me to stop.
I fucking love the wordnoon her lips.
Her racking sobs and clenching pussy.
“You’re strangling my dick, baby,” I growl with a grunt. “You can pretend all you want that you don’t like this.”
Keira arches her round ass against me and claws at the ground, the dirt clogging beneath her nails. “Please, stop, King. Please, please, please.”
Sliding out from her cunt, I palm her neck, forcing her face further into the dirt as I work my dick inside her ass. “Own the pain, baby. No one can hurt you as good as I can.”
Her screaming intensifies, interspersed with heaving sobs.
“You love it, don’t you? My cock in your tight ass.”
“Stop…”
“Use the safe word.” I start to move, releasing the back of her neck before sliding my hand beneath her and pressing the knife to her throat, ensuring she stays still while I pound her ass. “If you want me to stop, just say the magic word.” My damp lips press up against her ear as I smile tauntingly.
A moan bubbles up from her throat. A beautiful, haunted sound that drives me fucking wild.
“I love taking you like this,” I whisper, pressing the knife to her throat and bruising her hip with my fingers as I fuck her into the damp moss. “Like a dirty little slut.Myslut.”
“King,” she sobs, her face smeared with mascara, dirt, snot, and tears.
“Yes, baby?” I ask, tearing off my skeleton mask and tossing it beside us on the ground, even though I already know what she wants.
“I need more.”
Biting her earlobe hard enough to draw blood, I lift my chest off her back and settle on my knees with my dick still buried deep in her ass.
Shoving her jacket and jumper up to her shoulders, I run my fingers down each vertebra while fucking her nice and slow. I press the blade to the top of her spine, smack her ass hard, and slowly drag the blade down, all the way to the dip of her ass.
Keira hisses through her teeth at the sharp sting, but it soon morphs into a dark sound of pleasure when I slip out from her ass and drag my tongue up the length of her spine, lapping up the coppery blood.
“So fucking good,” I murmur, sliding my tongue all the way back down until I’mthere,at the dip of her ass. With my hands on each creamy cheek, I spread her apart and lean in to circle her puckered hole with my tongue.
Relinquishing any pretense of a fight, Keira moans. She loves it when I eat her ass—the depravity of the act.
Especially when we’re out in public.
Chest rumbling with a masculine moan, I dig my fingers into her ass cheek. Call me selfish, but I get a kick out of reducing a dangerous creature like Keira, a deadly killer, to a greedy whore for my tongue, cock, and fingers. Anything I’m willing to give her.
