Page 87 of Madness of Two

Damon drives into me, giving me no room to think, as my tits bounce in Dick’s face. My stepfather, still alive and in shock, has no choice but to witness every thrust and hear every lewd sound as Damon fucks me without mercy.

Damon grabs a fistful of my hair, pulling me closer, deeper. My back arches, my thighs trembling. Pleasure rolls through me in delicious waves—but it isn’t enough.

I whimper, the pressure in my core building. “Harder,” I plead. “Fuck me harder.”

“Fuck you harder?” he repeats, a mocking edge to his voice.

“Please!”

He wraps his hand around my neck and forces me back. “Fuck, I love it when she begs.” He pounds into me, his big cock stretching me to the limit. I push my hips back, grinding into him, meeting each of his thrusts. “Is this what you wanted?”

“Yes,” I breathe. “Fuck yes!”

He picks up the pace, thrusting faster. I feel his finger brush against my swollen clit, and I moan as he starts to rub it. I catch him peering around me, a smirk on his face as he looks at Dick. To be honest, I almost forget about him—until I glimpse my knife lying nearby. I extend my arm just enough to grasp the hilt.

“Say hello to my father for me,” I say, raising the blade high—before burying it into Dick’s heart. I twist the knife for good measure, prolonging his pain. His face contorts in misery as he screams. Damon moans, watching as I end the sick fuck’s life.

On the TV, they’re counting down to 1995. Damon tugs on my hair, forcing my head back. He presses his lips to mine, our tongues slipping into each other’s mouths. My pussy clenches around him, and I squirm, on the brink of the best orgasm of my life.

“Come for me,” he groans, before sucking on the column of my neck, marking me.

I cry out, bouncing back on him, keeping him as deep as possible—before I scream, my orgasm ripping through me. My body is on fire as I release around him, coating his cock in my juices. It isn’t long before he stills for a beat and groans against my ear, filling me with his cum.

“Good girl,” he murmurs. “You’re mine, Gwen.All mine.”

Clapping and cheering erupts from the TV. Damon takes a deep breath, wiping the sweat from his forehead.

“Happy New Year, Little Finch.”