Page 175 of Dance of Devils
“Fuuuck, babygirl,” I groan, grinding as deep into her as I can. “That’s such a sweet,tightpussy.”
Brooklyn whines in pleasure as I slide out and ram right back in, luxuriating in the silky feel of her tight cunt rippling around my cock and squeezing it.
I grab her hip with one hand and wrap the other around her throat. Our eyes meet just before I crush my mouth to hers, swallowing her moans and starting to fuck herhard.
My hips crash into her thighs, her legs wrapped tight around my waist as I fuck into her. I devour her mouth, her lips, her tongue as I feel her cunt clench around me. Her nipples tighten to pointsand drag across my chest as her back arches, her bound hands clawing at the sofa as she moans in ecstasy.
“Whose fucking pussy is this,” I growl into her mouth, biting her lips and making her squeal as I slam into her.
“Yours, sir! It’s yours!” Her face caves. “Ohfuck!” she pants. “Kir, I’m—I’m going to?—”
“Uh-uh,” I rasp against her lips, tightening my hand around her throat as I fuck into her faster, her pussy strangling my cock as she comes apart at the seams. “You don’t get to come yet,” I hiss. “Not untilI fucking say so.”
She moans deeply, her thighs locked around my hips. I keep fucking her, pounding harder, until she’s emitting one long, drawn-out guttural moan and her pussy is clenching like a vice around my cock.
“PLEASE, sir!” she whines. “Please let me come!”
I groan, my balls tightening as our eyes lock.
“That’s it, babygirl. Keep those pretty eyes on me. Only me.Look at mewhile I claim this pretty fucking pussy.”
“I—oh fuck! Oh fuuuuck!”
I drag my mouth from her lips, nipping and sucking them before sliding down her jawline to her neck. I bite down, making her scream in pleasure as her pussy starts to seize up around me.
“Now, babygirl,” I husk right into her ear. “Nowyou can fucking come for me like my good girl.”
It’s like sticking her with a live wire. Brooklyn’s body arches off the couch in a mad, violent explosion. A choked moan of utter release tears from her throat as her hips meet mine.
With a groan, I sinkdeepinto her, keeping myself there as my cock pumps spurt after spurt of hot cum into her.
For the rest of the night, we just lie there on the couch in the ballroom, me holding her in my arms, her face on my chest. At one point it starts to rain, and after looking at it through the window for a while, I pull her down onto my lap and watch as she slowly rides me, rolling her hips up and down, dragging it out as long as possible with the rain against the windows until we explode together.
Whatever happens next, or ever, that’s how we’ll do it.
Together.
Because together, we’re unstoppable.
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KIR
For the record,I fuckinghateFlorida.
It’s the humidity. Years in the frozen, bitter north of Siberia, eating fucking rats and bugs? Fine. Wouldn’t recommend, wouldnotdo again, but it was fine.
ButFlorida? If I had to spend more than twelve hours here, I’d lose my mind.
Luckily, I don’t plan on being here even a fraction of that.
When I hear the commotion outside on the second-floor walkway of the motel, I take a slow breath and justwait. The sound of two women’s shrill, coked-up laughter slams against the door at the same time as a man-sized body.
“One sec, one sec,” the man laughs heartily, jangling his keys. “I got another eight-ball inside. You two ladies can do rails off my dick.”
The girls cheer and hoot. My brow cocks.
Showtime.
