Thirty-Five
Her Phantom
Sin
L iv’s perky tits could bounce. Fuck.
I was a goner.
She was our sinful goddess, dripping in her own blood.
Liv came for us like she had been waiting her entire life. Saint had earned his name from her mouth, but I hit the jackpot when she came with my name screaming from her lips. Her eyes were wide and rolled back, her back arched, and her tits rippled with each eager thrust. She rode out her orgasm unlike anything I had ever seen before, and my dick paid the price. But it was a small cost to wage in the reward we sought.
Her.
Liv’s heart, mind, body, and soul. We’d win everything piece by fucking piece. I was confident about this .
Disoriented, Liv collapsed against the countertop, and I let her go. She dropped the knife she had held against me, and I wondered if she’d even remember how it wobbled against my throat. How much it trembled in her grasp long before she let herself go and her body shuddered with pleasure. Or how she couldn’t hold on to her need to fight me with my friend’s skilled mouth playing with her much too eager slit.
Saint removed his weapon from her once she had completely fallen into our darkness and he peered at me from over the top of her nicely shaped ass. His chin, nose, mouth, and cheeks gleamed with her wet juices. Her come was all over my best friend’s face and that was all the answer I needed.
We were so damn close.
She was worthy of every fiber of our being, every dirty thought we obsessed over and all the absolutions she deserved. Our dark hearts were hers and she held them in the palms of her hands. She could ruin us, shut us down, but never, ever stop the love we have for her. Because she consumed our every fucked-up decision, our wicked souls, and our goddamn filthy minds.
Our little obsession was worth every single thing in the entire universe. Her willingness to give into the painful bliss we gave her brought us one step closer to her becoming ours forever.