Page 16 of Our Little Dove

Fuuck, she tastes like divinity. I need to taste more of her. I want to taste her fucking soul.

“So fucking lucky we like you, even after you fucked up our fun little game of chase,” I say, letting my breath tease her clit as I speak. A wide grin tugs at the corners of my mouth as I hear her suck in a deep breath when I push my digits inside her again and slowly increase the speed of my fingers pumping in and out of her deliciously tight cunt. “I’m going to make you scream, little Dove.”

She lets out an adorable mewl and shivers as I lift my head away from her needy cunt. Her sweet noises soon replaced by whimpers laced with fear as I trail the flat of my blade over her wetness.

Flipping the knife around, I press the handle against her slick entrance as I lean down and flick my tongue against her clit. I drip saliva onto the end before I push it inside her to the hilt, her breath hitches, and a muffled gasp escapes from behind the bright red ball gag.

Instinctively, she tries to snap her legs closed—Big mistake, Dove. A deep growl trembles from my throat as I force her legs apart. Propping one leg up and hooking it over my shoulder, I use my free hand to press the other into the mattress. Letting my fingernails dig into her inner thigh as I hold her down, I lean down and nip at her clit again, biting down a little harder than before and making her cry out into the gag.

“Don’t fucking move, or I will turn this blade around and gut you from the inside, doll.” She cries and squirms against the bed, and I can’t help but chuckle at the adorable helplessness she radiates.

What is it about this girl?

Fuck, one moment she’s letting us toy with her, and she loves it; but the next, she’s overcome with terror and tries to get away.

Hmmm… that drives me fucking wild.

My cock pulses almost unbearably as I hear her moan against the crimson ball in her mouth and she writhes; not-so-subtly grinding her hips as I flick my tongue faster while pumping the handle in and out.

“That’s it, baby. Does my tongue make you feel good while I fuck you with my knife?” I murmur before sucking on her clit.

The loud whimper and sudden lifting of her hips causes me to grip the blade harder and it slices into my palm. I shudder through the sting but bite back the groan as my cock pulses painfully in my jeans.

Fuuuuck, little Dove, you shouldn’t have.

I nearly lose my mind as I watch my warm blood start to coat her inner thighs along with her delicious arousal. The sight along with the sting nearly has my eyes rolling back as I breathe in the copper mixing with her scent. It’s enough to make me lose my breath and I can almost taste this volatile cocktail of pure, primal lust on my tongue.

Hmmm, baby, you’re killing me…

Saturday, 3:12 AM

“That’s it, little Dove. Get nice and hot for us.” I say, my voice rumbling through the darkness. “I want to watch her come,” I growl, my voice low and ravenous. I can barely see anything in the room, but I don’t miss the movement she makes as she shivers and squirms at my words while Fintan kneels between her legs.

Fintan looks and sounds as if he is eating his last meal and the guttural groan that leaves him, makes my cock strain harder against my jeans.

Fuck, keep it together. We’re working! This is not the fucking time.

The bed creaks as I adjust my position on the mattress beside our helpless little doll, letting my hands roam over her flesh as I lean down and nestle my face in her neck again. Kissing and teasing her, savoring each sound she makes for us.

God, she does look good enough to eat. I need to taste her. Now.

Between kisses and hungry bites, I whisper, “I want him to make you come, little Dove. Come on his tongue. I want him to taste every drop you have to offer.” I glide my right hand to her slender throat, closing my fingers around it tightly as I move my mouth closer to her ear.

“Come for us, little Dove. I love watching your body betray you.”

Fintan works her harder with his mouth. His tongue combined with the fast movements of the knife handle, making her cry out as pleasure visibly ripples through her delectable body.

Her back arches as her head falls back against the bed, and we watch her come. She lets out a beautiful scream into the gag as Fintan pulls out the handle again and continues to work his tongue against her pussy, drawing out her orgasm as long as he can.

I smile, biting the soft lobe of her ear, and whisper again, “You know, lying isrude, doll. Your sexy little sobs and whimpers might scream ‘no,’but your body speaks volumes about what you trulycrave. You are just as hungry and depraved as we are.”

She whimpers and nods, her sweet sounds straining against the gag as I chuckle in the darkness. “Good girl. Let’s get you out of that gag, shall we?” I say, lifting her and reaching behind her head as I unbuckle the gag.

I watch her features drop in disappointment for a moment when she realizes that I am not removing the rubber ball between her perfect lips. Stepping back from her, I admire her entirety with intensity burning in my gaze as I scan every inch of the body lying utterly helpless in front of me.

Fintan suddenly rises from between her legs, and his hungry gaze nearly levels me. “Come closer. Get on your knees,” he growls with an almost frightening tone.

God, did he just demand I kneel before him? What the fuck?

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