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“Stay still, sweetheart. I don’t want to come yet.” His eyes shudder as he lines up the tip of his length with my hot, wet center. “Filthy girl, you’d let me stick it inside you against the back of a woman getting her pussy eaten?”
“Oh, yes.” Static lines the edges of my vision.
“Would you like me to ease it in?”
I shake my head.
“That wasn’t an answer. Do I need to start calling you names in order for you to be good for me?”
Names? Do I want that? Every fiber in my body squeals yes. A rogue wave of wanton energy makes me nod my head. Words. Can’t form words.
“Are you a slut?” he asks with clouding eyes. An inch. He pushes it in an inch.
“Y-yes.”
“You are a slut, Skylenna.” He sucks on my nipple, hard, aggressive, unlike his usual style. “You’ll let me fuck you however I want, won’t you? Filthy, little girl.”
“P-please.”
With one powerful thrust, his full size slams inside me. I howl against the overwhelming pressure, trying to adjust as fast as possible. The woman behind me turns her head and kisses my neck. It only adds bliss to this experience, loosening my walls, slickening his entryway until I’m undulating against him.
“Fuck, I’ve never wanted to come so fast, my good, little slut.”
His voice spears through me, sending a flood of wetness to my center again. The symphony of soaking, slapping sounds only adds to our ecstasy dance.
“If I come on your pink, exposed cunt, will it drip down to the ass of the woman who is—kissing your neck?” He almost can’t get the words out.
My inner walls spasm at the notion, sending an unexpected climax rolling through me like a demonic possession. I scream his name, latching onto him as I ride the waves.
“That’s my good girl.” And he’s coming now, pulling out just in time to shoot a long white rope over my exposed clit. He’s right. It drips down like a mess of drool, ending on the woman at my back.
To our surprise, he’s rock-hard again. So quickly. Like the last orgasm never happened. This drug sends a new blast of horny energy.
We continue fucking as if this night of euphoria will never end.
~
Warrose
My lip is sliced and bloody from fighting someone off of Ruth.
On our corner of the stage, the prisoners are ravenous, violent, desperate to get their hands on her. I end up shielding her body with my own.
And that was my first mistake.
“Warrose!” she screams, face pressed against the stage floor as three other prisoners pummel their fists down on my back like an angry pack of primates.
I flex every muscle across my shoulder blades, bracing as their punches undoubtedly leave bruises. They eventually grow tired, scurry off, and find mates of their own.
“I’m here,” I exhale into her ear, my lips grazing her curly hair. She smells so…angelic. Like honey and vanilla. Like an afternoon in a library drinking rose chamomile tea.
Blood and heat rush to my groin.
“Warrose…” And she doesn’t sound so scared anymore. Her voice has lost its edge, tilting in a curious angle.
I know I shouldn’t…the drugs permeate my brain like a fast-acting poison. Resist, Warrose. She’s beautiful, yes. Gorgeous. Small enough to spin her entire body on my dick. Fuck, yes. No! Control. Discipline. This isn’t how I want her. In fact, I don’t want her at all. She has a bad attitude, is rude, arrogant, and has a sharp tongue. I want to make her choke on my…
I bury my nose in her hair, inhaling deeply, like an animal in mating season. Those fucking pheromones nearly blind me.
