Page 201 of Satan's Spawn
“I’m come—” She breathes, but can’t finish the sentence because I’m already taking it home.
Pressing down, curling my fingers, even wiggling them until it sounds like Rebecca’s crying out for her life, and clear liquid spurts like a geyser from between her legs. It soaks my hand completely.
Saint is finishing too, hips jerking as a deep growl forms in his throat, ropes of white spurting out of his cock into his hand.
We both stare in awe at Rebecca’s release. A religious experience is right, because this is the holiest fucking water I ever want to touch.
“What the…” Rebecca looks down at the mess she’s made, and keeps on making the more I continue thrusting in and out of her.
It’s hypnotizing.
But not as much as the tiny mewls from Rebecca as her body unravels.
I’ve done a lot of fucking in my past, but nothing I’ve experienced was ever as erotic as this.
“Oh my God.” I withdraw from her and Rebecca covers her eyes. “I’m sorry. I’m so embarrassed.”
“Damn, gorgeous, you were pent up, huh?” Saint jokes through a heavy breath, cleaning the cum off his hand and cock with one of my fucking shirts.
Asshole. He’ll pay for that shit later.
“Don’t be ashamed, Little Ghost.” I pull a flushed Rebecca closer to me by her thighs, and lift her up until she’s in my arms. “That was the hottest shit I’ve ever seen.” I secure her legs around my waist when another pout curves her lips. “I mean it. I kinda want you to do that shit again.”
“I never even knew I could orgasm…let alonethat.” She swallows sheepishly.
“Well, you better get used to it, because this is how we’ll be spending every fucking night moving forward.”
This makes her smile up at me, the red in her face already dissipating. “Yeah?”
“Hell yeah.”
“Hell yeah!” Saint cheers like the asshole he is.
We both ignore his outburst, and it helps my ego a bit that she’s no longer entertaining him.
It helps Saint keep breathing too.
I run a finger through the strands of her long hair, all the way to where it ends at her waist, and Rebecca nudges into my touch. “It’s about time I make you mine, hm?” I tell her through a whisper.
She traces my bicep with her finger. “Please.”
“We goin’ for round two?” Saint rises from the bed, sounding hopeful with his cock still in his hands.
My eyes can’t leave Rebecca. “Get the fuck out, Lavell.”
“Worth a shot,” he grumbles, tucking his dick inside his pants.
Saint’s about to walk off when I say, “This shit stays between us. Got it?”
“What shit?” He winks at Rebecca, that stupid star quarterback smile exposing the teeth I’ll gladly knock out if he doesn’t cut the shit.
“Don’t come back until tomorrow, motherfucker.”
“No prob there. It’s gonna take me at least three rounds with Annalie to getthisnight outta my system.”
When I lunge for him, Saint slowly backs away with his hands up. “Wait, what? What night?”
And then he’s running out the door.
