Page 69 of Speak

There’s a soft recoil, a jiggle to meet my every thrust. Her thighs, her stomach, her breasts, gently bounce back to me, the sight so alluring as if her body is asking for more, to never disconnect from mine. One of her hands snake down to her lonely breast, nipple hard, tweaking it and the other joins Jonas' at her clit, rubbing her slick, which is coating the base of my shaft and her inner thighs, all around.

Her moans are snuffed out but they’re there. If the sight is killing me, I know it’s killing him.

“Oh, God, baby I’m gonna fucking cum. Don’t stop. Please. Archer, fuck her harder, she’s almost there.”

I grunt in response to his plea and pull out to the head, searching for that swollen part inside of her so my cock can tease it. Short and slow hard thrusts so I can feel right when her inner walls begin to contract and flutter around me, milking me in tight, deliciously agonizing squeezes. I give in to the pressure I’ve been holding back since entering her as it becomes almost painful and Ilet go, letting my seed fill her over and over again as Jonas dislodges himself from her throat and paints her chest in his, marking her, claiming her the same way I did.

The erotic sight of my seed leaking out of her imprints on my mind like a tattoo, creating a core memory.

She sits up on an elbow and gathers as much of his cum as she can with one hand and lets it travel downward, scooping me up as well, rubbing us all over her clit with two fingers and thrusts them back into her abused little cunt, her hips bucking.

“You need more baby?” His voice is tender, as if he’s in awe of her, eyes wide.

Her head tilts back as she finds Jonas and nods.

He rounds my desk, looking every bit a predator as his muscles ripple with anticipation, dick hard again. I have no idea when he discarded his shoes, jeans, or underwear. Ah, to be young and have the refractory period equivalent to a monkey during mating season. “You’re not hurting?”

She nods.

His eyes narrow, hungry, and animalistic, dick thickening even more now. “But you still want it? You need my cum?”

She moans, almost looking ashamed. “You like the pain, don’t you? You’re so fucking sick, baby.” He notches the tip of his mushroom head in her and thrusts to the hilt, the muscles in his ass clenching. She cries out and he groans. “You’re so fucking…” He reaches forward, yanking her up to him by the hair on back of her head. “Sick, baby. You need so much cum in you?”

Her thighs pull up to her chest, making room for him, her pussy makes the wettest sounds.

“Open up, stick out your tongue.”

She obeys him so easily, that trust they’ve built together is so incredibly tangible. Jonas opens his mouth and licks her tongue, thrusting wildly into her cunt. I can’t help but tug on my own dick. The pleasured “Augh!” that leaves her sounds pained and desperate, as though it’s coming from the deepest parts of her.

“That’s right. God, hearing your voice… Keep your tongue out. Fuck what a sight.” I agree. Her own drool mixed with his drips down to her already cum-coated tits.

He pulls her head back and spits but she doesn’t swallow. Instead, he licks along her jaw, to the shell of her ear and then stares deep into her eyes. “You need all of me to fill you up, don’t you, baby. Your tummy. Your pussy. Such a needy little slut. One load of cum wasn’t enough, was it? No, Raven baby, don’t look away. You’re not in trouble. Answer me.”

In his grip, Raven shakes her head. He shakes his head with her, never tearing his eyes away from hers. “Soon I’m going to fuck your delicious ass, too. I’m –we’re- going to own every delicious inch of your body. Would you like that? Archer in your hot little cunt, me in your fat, tight ass, and Harrington in your perfect throat? Could you take it baby? All that pain of being stretched out and used like the sick little slut you are?”

Her tongue wiggles, tears falling, thighs trembling.

“Uh-uh, baby.” He adds more spit and then shoves two fingers into her mouth, finger-fucking it, the rhythm the same as his thrusts. “It’s what you want isn’t it? My cum? You need it, don’t you baby?

Her eyelids flutter but never close. “Mmhmm.”

“Such a good girl. Swallow.”

Her lips close around his fingers and her throat bobs.

“Are you ready for my cum?

She nods again.

“I need you to come with me, baby. Play with yourself and kiss me. I got you. Rub this sweet little pussy for me.”

She does, her fingers disappear between their bodies just as his tongue delves into her mouth. The sounds of skin slapping against skin, his grunts and her soft moans fill the air just like their pheromones and I can’t look away from the act of their souls attaching.

“That’s it. Give it to me baby. Fuck. Fuck. FUCK!” Jonas roars as his entire body goes still, Raven’s shakes, her lips parted in a silent scream and I unload in my hand and on the floor, my knees buckle and I slap my hand against my desk to hold myself up.

He leans over her, spine curved and then we hear the sound of sniffling. He pulls away from her once his dick has softened, our cum leaks out of her and onto my desk, probably ruining the antique wood but I don’t give a fuck.

“Are you okay, sweet girl?” I ask.

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