Page 33 of Torn Ivy
She gasps, but the scent of her arousal hits my nose, and she does as I ask.
My hand closes around her throat, and I lean in to whisper, “You want to forget? You won’t even remember your name after I’m done with you, little whore.”
I tighten my grip on Poison’s throat, feeling her pulse race beneath my fingers. Her eyes are wide, pupils dilated with her arousal. Good. That’s exactly what I want to see.
“On your knees,” I growl, releasing her and shoving her down. She goes willingly, her pink hair falling across her face as she looks up at me.
I glance at Tate and Torin. “You two can join or watch. Your choice.”
Torin moves forward first, his fangs already extended. “I think I’ll take her mouth,” he says, unzipping his pants.
Tate hesitates for a moment before setting the book aside and moving closer.
I grab a fistful of Poison’s hair, yanking her head back. “You wanted to forget? Then let’s see how well you can focus when you’re being used like the little slut you are.”
She moans as Torin shoves his cock into her mouth, not giving her time to adjust.
I reach down to grab one of her wrists and then behind her to reach for the other. Pulling her arms right behind her, I give up her control for her as Torin fucks her face roughly.
I twist her arms behind her back, pinning them there with one hand while I undo my belt with the other. Poison gags as Torin thrusts deeper.
“What’s the matter, little whore? Can’t take it?” I taunt, running the leather of my belt across her exposed back. She shivers but doesn’t pull away.
Releasing her wrists, I wrap the belt around her neck and pull it tight, hearing her gag again. I hold on tight as Torin pulls out of her mouth, his cock bouncing and wet. Pulling on the belt, I get Poison to her feet and lead her to the bed. I bend her over, watching her hands clench tightly in the covers. She knows she is going to be destroyed. Unzipping my pants, I grip my cock with my free hand as Tate crawls onto the bed, naked and cock ready for her mouth.
With one brutal thrust, I bury myself inside her tight, wet cunt. She cries out, the sound muffled as Tate shoves his cock down her throat.
“That’s it,” I growl, setting a punishing pace. “Take it like the greedy slut you are.”
Poison’s body shakes with each thrust, her muffled moans vibrating around Tate’s cock. I yank on the belt, tightening it around her neck. Her pussy clenches around me in response.
“Fuck, she’s loving this,” Torin says, stroking himself as he watches.
I smirk, bringing my hand down hard on Poison’s ass. The sharp crack echoes through the room, followed by her choked whimper.
“Of course she is,” I say, spanking her again. “Dirty little whores like her crave being used.”
Tate groans, his hips jerking as he fucks Poison’s face. “Shit, I’m close.”
I increase my pace, pounding into Poison mercilessly. Her legs tremble, threatening to give out.
“Don’t you dare come,” I snarl at her.
Poison whimpers, her body tensing. I can feel her struggling to hold back her orgasm as I ravage her. Good. I want her desperate and aching.
Tate grunts, gripping Poison’s hair tightly as he comes down her throat. She swallows obediently, gasping for air when he pulls out.
I yank on the belt, pulling her upright against my chest. My free hand snakes around, and my fingers clamp down on her clit, twisting it until she chokes back a sob.
“You want to come, don’t you?” I growl in her ear. “Filthy little slut, getting off on being used like this.”
She nods frantically, unable to speak from the pressure of the belt.
“Too bad,” I laugh cruelly. I let go of her clit and hand the leash to Torin. He grips it firmly as I push on Poison’s back, before gripping her hips tight enough to bruise her. She whimpers again as I shove my dick as far into her as her body will let me. “Fuck,” I grunt. “Fuck, you are such a good little slut for me. Drenching my cock so I can fuck you harder.”
I slam into her relentlessly, her body jerking with each brutal thrust. Torin yanks on the belt, choking her as I pound her. Her pussy clenches around me, desperate for release.
“Please,” she gasps out between thrusts.
