Page 81 of Haunted

Her orgasm milks my cock so hard I nearly lose my goddamn mind. The way her ass clamps down around me, pulsing and squeezing with each wave of her climax, threatens to push me right over the edge.

But I’m not ready for this to end.

My grip on her hips tightens as I start fucking her harder, deeper, chasing my own release with savage intensity. The careful control I maintained while opening her up is now completely gone, replaced by hunger.

“Fuck, Mira,” I growl, my hips snapping forward with brutal force. “Your ass feels so fucking perfect around my cock.”

She’s still shaking from her orgasm, pliant and willing beneath me as I take what I need. Each thrust drives her forward, but my fingers dig into her hip bones, keeping her exactly where I want her.

“Xavier,” she gasps, her voice broken and breathless. “Oh god?—”

I can feel my balls drawing up tight, the familiar heat pooling low in my spine as my thrusts become more erratic. The wet sounds of my cock pistoning in and out of her ass mix with her continued moans and the harsh breathing of our audience.

My balls slap against her swollen clit with eachbrutal thrust, and the contact makes her cry out with each impalement. She’s so sensitive from her orgasm that even that indirect stimulation has her trembling again.

“Taking my cock so well,” I pant, my fingers digging deeper into her hips. I know I’m gripping her hard enough to leave marks—dark purple bruises in the shape of my hands that will remind her of this moment for days. “Such a perfect little anal slut.”

The three hunters watching us are completely lost in their own pleasure now, their hands working frantically as they watch. Their ragged breathing and muttered curses create a symphony of lust that only fuels my desperation.

I can feel myself getting close, my rhythm becoming more punishing as I chase my release. Mira’s ass grips me like a vise with each withdrawal, only to welcome me back in with shocking ease when I drive forward again.

“Gonna fill this tight little hole,” I growl against her ear, my voice rough with approaching climax. “Mark you from the inside out so you’ll never forget who you belong to.”

My control is completely shattered now, every thrust driven by pure instinct as I fuck her with abandon.

My orgasm builds with devastating intensity, my hips slamming into Mira’s ass with brutal force as I chase my release. The tight heat of her cunt gripping my cock, combined with her broken moans and the three hunters stroking themselves while watching us, pushes me right to the fucking edge.

“Fuck, Mira,” I growl, my thrusts becoming erratic. “I’m gonna?—”

My climax hits like a freight train raging through my veins as I bury myself to the hilt inside her ass. My cock jerks and pulses as I spill deep inside her. Wave after wave of pleasure crashes over me.

“That’s it,” I pant against her ear, my hips moving in shallow thrusts as I ride out the aftershocks. “Take every drop. Feel me filling you up.”

Mira’s body trembles beneath me, her ass fluttering around my sensitive cock as I come down from the high. But I’m not done with this moment yet.

I want her to see exactly what she does to dangerous men.

“Jenson,” I command, my voice rough but authoritative. “Marcus. Victor. Come here.”

The three hunters step closer immediately, their cocks hard and leaking as they position themselves in front of Mira. She’s still on her hands and knees, putting her at the perfect height to witness their arousal up close.

“I want you to come for her,” I order, my cock still buried in her ass. “Show her what watching her get fucked does to you. But not a drop touches her skin.”

Understanding flashes in their eyes. They’re here to display their desire, not to claim any part of what’s mine.

Jenson steps forward first, his fist moving up and down his length frantically as his eyes lock on Mira’s flushed face. “Christ,” he breathes, his control finally snapping. “Look what your hot little displaydid to me.”

His cock jerks in his hand as he comes hard, thick ropes of cum shooting onto the marble floor a foot from the edge of the rug we’re on. He groans deeply, shuddering as he empties himself while staring at her.

Marcus follows immediately. “Fuck,” he growls, his cum joining Jenson’s on the floor. His dark eyes never leave Mira’s face as he strokes himself through the intense climax.

Victor’s massive frame trembles as he reaches his peak last, his deep voice rumbling as he spills himself onto the marble. The evidence of their desire pools on the ornate floor, a testament to how thoroughly Mira’s submission affected them.

“Look at that,” I murmur against Mira’s ear. “Look how hard they came from watching me claim you.”

My cock is still buried deep in Mira’s ass when I feel it—the telltale tremor that starts in her thighs and spreads through her entire body. Her muscles flutter around my shaft as her breathing becomes ragged, and I realize with dark satisfaction what’s happening.

She’s coming. Again. Simply from watching three men come while staring at her face.

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