Page 87 of Obsessed Kings

"Yes." Rook doesn’t bother lying. "The entire skyscraper will hear you. As will all the people walking their dogs sipping drinks in Central Park. Let them hear you enjoying yourself. The gods didn’t give you a mouth as sexy as that not to use."

Olivia lets loose a cry that’s impossible not to hear. It’s as beautiful as it is needy, and it stirs the embers of my desire. My balls seize up, cum flying up my tubes, ready to squirt out and swim in her asshole. My mammoth muscular body is ready to paint her insides with my seed. Give her a backdoor baby.

I reach under her and finger her cunt. "Sopping wet. Exactly the way it should be."

Olivia writhes around my digit. She uses it like it’s a cock, sinking her pussy around my fingertip, fucking it. Squelching noises fill the air as she works her hips up and down, needing more, needing me to fill her deeper. When I brush her hymen, I pull out.

"Not today." My voice comes out as a growl. "Horny little virgin. We know you want to bust on this bed. Colt wouldn’t be happy if we popped your cherry without letting him know."

Rook moves in front of Olivia’s face. I’m in awe of the way his enormous, rippling, concrete muscles make Olivia seem five times smaller than she is. He grabs her jaw, forcing her to gaze up at him. His giant dick springs up between his legs, smacking against his rock-hard abs. I’m in shock by the way that it defies gravity. From the way Olivia’s asshole quivers, I can tell that she is, too.

Rook has a body that most men at Saintswood would murder for. He doesn’t even need to work for it. Tall and mighty, girls and guys pass him on campus and wonder what he’s got under his pants. I know that’s what my first thought was when I saw him when we were boys on the football team together growing up. When you're childhood best friends with a steed, you wonder about these things. One late-night drunk ass truth or dare game took care of my curiosity. We all whipped out rulers and measured. Now, we fuck bitches together.

The reflection on the marble tiles in front of Olivia allows me to see her lick her lips. I work into her ass harder, my balls slapping against her flesh. Sweat trickles down her back, tiny beadlets rolling down her perfect curvy hips to the mattress. With a growl, I elan down and lick it off, my dick still lodged in her asshole. My tongue draws circles on her flesh, needing to taste her, cherishing every bit.

Rook rams his cock down her throat. He stares at her while he does it, his cold gaze never wavering. His aching shaft disappears between her lips, filling them with ease. Unlike before, Olivia doesn’t fight his cock off. She gags on it greedily, slurping around his shaft, savoring the taste. She swirls her tongue around the tip, tasting it on her buds. Her lips stretch at the corners, but unlike before, this doesn’t make her cry. Sh. She cherishes the way that Rook’s cock makes her feel. It breaks her. Rips her to pieces in order to build her into a boss.

Olivia cants her hips up. She’s fucking my cock now with her ass, a twist of circumstance that is so crazy as it is erotic. Her hips pump around my dick, willing to take her harder, to fuck her deeper.

"Damn, bitch." Lifting my hand, I smack her ass again. "I’ve never seen a bitch enjoy an ass-fucking like this. Yeah, grind those hips on my cock. Show me what you’re made of."

Olivia is using her position underneath me to demand pleasure. She’s figuring out how to tell us her needs.

Olivia is the perfect woman. She takes our cocks, loves the way we fuck her, and refuses to stop until we give her more. And more. We’re in complete control, and yet she’s got us wrapped around her little finger. Her long, wavy auburn hair; her pale skin; her juicy ass that jiggles when I swat it—each attribute on her perfect body lights a fire in my core.

I know damn well that Rook feels the same way. He gazes at Olivia with pure feral need in his eyes. Rook has never looked at another bitch like this when busting in her throat. He doesn’t care about them most of the time because he knows that they’re nothing more than horny sluts who want his cock.

Rook manhandles her chin up. "All my life, I’ve been used because of my massive cock. You make me feel appreciated in a new way. You see me for so much more than my eleven inches. Unlike the other whores I’ve wrecked, you crave the man that’s attached to my mighty dick. The real me. I’m not ready to open up to you yet, sweet Olive. Some of the things that I’ve lived through are too painful for me to even wrap my head around. The reason why I went to juvie gives me nightmares. Every day, I’m growing closer to telling you the truth."

I clench a fistful of her ass. "Tell Rook to quit whining and demand your orgasm, Queen. Tell Rook that he’d better let you fucking use his cock like the dirty slut you are."

Rook pushes out a growl and glares at me. The way Olivia sucks his dick with even more intensity proves that I’m right.

Rook cinches her hair between his fingers as she blows him. She sucks, swirls, and smacks her tongue against his aching shaft, taking initiative, refusing to be Rook’s fuckthing. Spit trickles down her chin and lands on the mattress. She brings her hands to Rook’s shaft and twists them along the length. Up, down. Up, down. Rook growls as he pushes into her mouth, fucking her throat like it’s a fire and he’s stirring it with a burning-hand poker. It’s tough to understand how she swallows so much of him. The tip of his cock alone is the size of a baseball. The length puts three cans of soda stacked one on top of the other to shame.

Olivia’s precious asshole clamps down around my rod. I try to keep fucking her and give her what she needs. It’s lodged in there. As much as I fight, it’s stuck. Her ass has transformed into a Chinese finger trap. My dick is caught in her web.

I break through the trap and fuck her with everything I’ve got. "That’s right, slut. No asshole is going to cut off circulation to my dick. This is my scepter. I rule the Sinners with this shaft. My enemies try to beat me on the field. They can’t. They know that I’m ten times more powerful than them in the bedroom. You’re getting the brunt of my force today. All of it. No holding back. Come for me, slut. Bust your squirt out on this bed."

A knocking noise emanates from the front door.

Some annoying bitch clears her throat. "You need to keep it down. The entire building can hear you. I’m trying to feed my grandchildren breakfast and all they’re doing is mimicking your obscene noises. I’m going to call the cops. They won’t even eat their turkey bacon. They keep telling me to shut the fuck up like I’m some five-dollar whore and that if I don’t close my fucking mouth, they’re going to force me to close it with their baguettes. I’ve never been so disrespected in my life. Those boys have been raised to be upstanding members of society. Not pimps who treat their own mothers like shit."

Olivia screams around Rook’s cock, her ass tightening into a ring, her pussy throbbing. Pre-cum trickles between her legs, creating a pool on the mattress. I finger her pussy, loving the way she sinks onto it, seeing it in her cunt, begging for it.

My fingers lock on her clit. I squeeze it. Her back bucks, arching off the mattress, her tits shaking. She sucks Rook’s cock harder, harder, her whimpers filling the air, fresh virgin mewls that make my nuts rise.

My eyes flit to Rook. It’s no surprise to see that his balls are rising too. Each orb that normally hangs to his mid-thigh is high in its sack, quivering and preparing to unleash. I've seen Rook’s balls when they get in this state. In no time, he’ll fill Olivia’s throat with so much cum that she can’t speak.

I snarl as I face the door. "You sound like a bitch with a dry ass pussy."

"Our Queen is nothing like you," Rook growls. "She needs a bucket and a mop for her wet ass pussy. You think we’re hurting her because you’ve never known pleasure this good. You’re a weak, ugly bitch who sits in the back of the class judging the hot bitches like Olivia who can give the captains of the football team what they want. Loser. If you don’t quit giving us shit, we’ll call the cops on you."

The woman stomps off. "You are going to pay for this."

I yank Olivia’s chain as Rook tugs her hair. "Come for us. Put that bitch in her place."

Olive unleashes around my fingers. Her aching clit throbs, quivering as it stretches to its full length. It needs more, more stimulation, more heat. Her pussy folds give way to a torrential downpour, squirting and dumping out an ocean of cum.

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