Page 37 of Obsessed Kings

Olivia screams around Rook’s length as her body betrays her. Her pussy squirts so much that Brock roars into it, the sound of his feral grunts interspersed with her liquid hitting his teeth. Her ass clenches, and I piston my hips against her hole harder, harder, getting so close to the edge. It’s time to bust in my angel, wreck her tight little girl asshole, leave my mark on her, my predator’s sick mark deep in her body, and tell her that she’snever getting away from me.

A charge of cum rockets out of my cock.

It slams into her insides, rearranging them.

My orgasm turns me into a new man.

In an instant, I’ve changed.

I’m ten times the sick fuck I was before I met Olivia.

I thought I was a monster before I saw her at that frat party.

Not. At. All.

I’m a carnivore.

A killer.

I’ll bruise her where she wants to be kissed and carve my name into her pussy.

Olivia twists in my arms, her asshole gaping involuntarily, her pussy still squirting. Rook yanks her head back so hard we hear a cracking sound as he unleashes in her throat. Shot after shot of hot white cum rockets into her throat, painting the insides of her mouth.

I don't remove my dick from her ass.

Grabbing herSlutdiamond necklace from behind, I continue rutting her.

In.

Out.

In.

Out.

My cock doesn’t grow soft.

It never does.

I reach under her, push Brock’s face aside, and ram three fingers in her cunt.

A second orgasm crashes through her, this one more powerful than the first. She strains against my fingers, every whisker on her kitty twitching.

I rub her clit, teasing it in its sensitive hood.

Olivia comes apart in my grip. She grinds on my hand, crying out as her body shakes, unable to stop, her toes curling as her thighs clench around my torso, strawberry-scented release shooting out of her, spurting as Brock jerks his thick cock under her broken pussy.

"Our slut won’t stop coming." Brock’s cum sprays across the floor.

I massage her ass.

"Olivia’s pussy doesn’t have an off button. She’s ours to fuck whenever we please."

Olivia will stay in this fifty-million-dollar penthouse overlooking Central Park to be our toy. Our plaything. She’s not getting away.

TEN

OLIVIA

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