Chapter 52 #2
The world blurs, nothing but noise and slick fiery heat as Reaper drives in harder.
Nothing but the wet and raw feel of him slicking against me inside her.
She clamps around us, gasping like she’s drowning.
My fingers dig into her skin, using her to anchor me.
Each thrust is a lightning crack. Each of her whimpers, building a desperate need in my chest.
“Fuck,” I grate, pressing my cheek to the top of her head, my gaze blurred but on Reaper’s face, watching his jaw flex, his eyes locked on where he’s fucking into her. I snap my hips up gently and nearly black out.
“God, fuck—” she whispers, small spasms rolling through her. “Don’t stop—don’t—”
“Look at you,” Reaper groans, leaning forward to scrape his teeth against her ear.
The weight of him pushes her against me, our chests slicking together as he continues to thrust. The heat of his breath fans my cheek.
“You’re taking us both so fucking well, Kitten.
Didn’t know you could be so greedy, did you? ”
Her response is a whimper.
He leans back, taking her with him, pressing her against his chest. Delilah’s eyes flutter, and she keeps her eyes on mine, hands pressed to my chest. The angle has my arms flying out, my nails digging into the dirt, in an attempt to hang on. Reaper lets out a throaty moan, and we both still.
Surrounded by the dark woods, with the fading purple sky peeking through the black canopy above, he’s nothing but a dark animal, primal and demanding to own us, and the wild, slick pulse of him pressed against me.
Breaker and Striker, just an ancient, hungry energy beside me.
Delilah, a brilliant star in the shadowy night.
Reaper shifts, and my thighs lock around his at the tight rub of him moving into her deeper. “Breaker, Striker, fuck her mouth,” he grates.
Striker stands and Breaker moves in, both at the ready.
“Be a good girl and open again for me, Tiny Thing,” Breaker whispers, pressing the head of his cock to her lips.
She greedily sucks him in, blindly reaching for Striker.
He grasps her hand, guiding her to him, and she wraps him in a tight fist. Breaker pops free of her mouth, and she turns, sucking in Striker’s cock as Reaper moves, fucking into her, rubbing against me in slow, gentle strokes.
“Suck it, naughty girl,” he rasps. “Take all these cocks.”
Breaker fists her hair, holding her steady as Striker buries himself in her mouth, head falling back as she takes him deep. Breaker’s hand slides to her jaw, his thumb wiping a line of saliva down her chin, guiding her from cock to cock.
“Come on,” Striker says, gripping her throat. “Suck it just like that, beautiful. Let me fill that dirty mouth like I filled your pussy.”
Reaper slams into her, the impact rocking us both. Every muscle in me draws up tight until I can’t breathe. She gags on Striker, but she doesn’t stop. She’s greedy and insatiable, gravelly moans ripping from her.
“Good girl. Good fucking girl,” I rasp, my voice filthy.
Everything devolves into animal logic, growing hungrier.
The wet, messy slap of skin. Her muffled moans.
The sensation of her squeezing around us, of Reaper’s hot length dragging along mine, bleeding together until we’re all just sound and sensation careening toward ruin. Nothing but rutting, hungry beasts.
Reaper wraps a fist in her hair and yanks her back, away from Striker’s cock. Breaker slips back into her mouth with a messy, desperate sound.
“Good girl, take it all, take everything.” Breaker groans. He drives deeper, both hands on her head now, holding her to him as he rocks into her throat.
Every time Reaper pushes in, she clenches tighter, and I can barely do anything but hang on, my nails in the dirt as he fucks her. When she pulses hard, her body trembling, Breaker pulls free of her mouth and she gasps.
“You can’t come yet,” Reaper grates, every word lined with raw desperation. “Be a good girl and beg for us, Kitten.”
The “Please, please, please. Please let me come,” that rips from her throat has me slipping over the edge.
She gasps, her cunt pulsing, milking, her nails raking down my chest. That cut of pain unravels me.
I drive up into her, and lightning snaps down my spine, shattering the world around into a thousand pinpoints of light, until I’m nothing but heat, exploding like a million supernovas.
Faintly, I’m aware of Reaper’s grating growl, his jerky movements.
His cock pulsing, dragging ruinous pleasure along mine, and pushing me into oblivion.
When the world comes back around, I blink into focus, realizing I’m grasping her thighs brutally, and let her go.
Above me, Striker’s combing fingers through her hair as she licks at his cock, sucking cum from the tip.
Breaker pumps himself, his cum covering her neck, slipping down her chest onto me.
When they let her go, she falls forward, boneless.
The world hums, the dark woods, pulsing with life.
It’s like every inch of my skin, every sense, is awake for the first time in my life.
Delilah breathes against my neck, soft and shuddering, and it breaks something in me.
The need to protect her, to keep her, both of them, all of them, burns hotter than before.
Weaving my fingers into her hair, I breathe her in, taking her and the cold air into my lungs. She whimpers when Reaper slips free, his cock slipping against mine again before he stands.
His chest heaves as he sucks in lungful after lungful, his face slick with sweat, cheeks red. Tucking himself back into his pants, he licks his lips, ripping his eyes from mine as he swipes his brow, then slips his mask back on. “Come on. Let’s get her inside where it’s warm.”