Page 28 of Burning Souls

I stand up, placing the blood-covered knife in my pocket for later.

I place the small and large pieces of wood over the already-built bonfire. Sean lights the fire as we both watch it burn.

Once the fire is going, Sean carries the body, throwing it on the fire as sparks form. We both go toward the wall, this time both sitting on it.

Sean’s arms are placed around me, pulling me closer to him. He takes his jacket off, swinging it around my shoulders as my head presses against his.

“Thank you,” I tell him as we watch the body burn, amongst other stuff.

The sky is dimmed as I look up, watching the sunset. I have never been one to watch the sunset or do something so intimate as sitting with him like this, but I like it.

“You know, sometimes, being soft and letting yourself be needed isn’t a bad thing. You can’t always be the crazy soul burner.” Sean turns, lifting my chin and making me look at him. My facial expressions change to almost softness and disappointment. A single tear leaves me. Sean swipes his thumb over my cheek, catching it before I do.

“I know, but I feel whole when I am. It’s like nothing else matters and I’m the one in control.” More tears fall as Sean catches them.

“Angel, you are always in control. No matter the situation. Remember that,” Sean tells me. My hand falls to his leg over his pants and his cock hardens instantly from my touch. He stops grabbing my wrist.

“Angel, what are you doing?” he asks, looking up at me.

“This is my way of thanking you.” I lick my lips, my eyes gleaming as he releases my wrists, letting me undo his belt and pants. I pull them slightly down, his cock springing out. My mouth waters.

I jump down from the wall, standing in front of him.

I bring myself to my knees. The tip of his cock rests at my lips, waiting to be taken.

I take my hands, stacking them on top of each other. Gilding them up and down, I let a drop of spit land on his tip, working it in as a lube.

I guide my head down, letting his cock enter my mouth, taking control. I move up and down, keeping it the same with my hands. Sean’s head shoots back, a growl leaving his lips. He takes his hands, moving my hair out of the way.

“Fuck, Ash. Keep doing that. Such a good girl.” He grabs my hair tightly, causing the slightest bit of pain.

Sean thrusts into my mouth, making me gag. I welcome the intrusion, moving in and out faster and rougher.

“Such a good girl. Choking on my cock. Look how needy you are,” he growls, slamming my head back down on his cock, moving me up and down, then leaving me full of him until I’m nearly unable to breathe. I love it when I get cut off from the air.

It gives me adrenaline. I’m struggling, but that doesn’t make him stop; it only makes him press harder, causing my eyes to water.

I try to move back up and get air, but all that does is make him let me get a quick breath, and he’s slamming me down on him again, over and over.

“I love seeing you helpless, wanting to get air, but I won’t let you get it. I will keep you trapped until you pass out.”

His words send pulses to my pussy, making me even more wet.

Sean is more significant than the other two, so taking him is more complicated, but I love the challenge.

I let Sean’s cock enter my mouth again, and this time I want to taste his cum.

I wrap my hands back around his cock, feeling his balls tighten against my hold. Seconds later, his cum is spilling down my throat.

He jerks, so much cum coming out that I’m not able to keep any more in. He lets the rest land on my face as he paints me with his cum. I swallow, letting it drip down to my tongue as I taste the sweetness and saltiness of him, loving him increasingly more every time.

9

LOST SOUL

The door being slammed open and the heavy weight of being picked up by two men, Killian and Jessie, sends me into shock.

My first thought is to kick and scream, but a hand is soon covering my mouth, stopping me, and another hand tightens around my legs, trapping me.

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