As I continue to sink my dick inside, each piercing gradually entering one by one, she chokes back a scream. I breathe heavily into her ear with a taunting whisper. “You're not going to come, Little Dolly, are you?”
Her lips roll inward, eyes squeezed shut, but I catch the subtle shake of her head. “That's my good girl,” I praise. “You know better than to come on my brother's face.”
When I start to screw her precious opening, I feel her body stiffen beneath me. My eyes stay locked on her side profile, scanning every expression as she tries not to betray me. But as soon as I begin fucking her much harder, almost hitting her spine, her moans grow loud and untamed.
“Hell, I don't know if—” she screams out, her voice breaking.
I lift myself on one hand, still keeping her bound as I continue to pound into her tight hole. “Fucking hold it,” I growl with a warning edge.
Her entire body shudders, her screams turning into desperate, frantic cries. I can feel her getting closer, her resistance weakening with every thrust.
“Don't you dare,” I hiss, increasing my pace, smashing into her with full force, each movement calculated to push her right to the brink but not beyond.
“Please,” she whimpers, barely able to breathe.
“Hold it,” I command again, my grip on her wrists tightening, my strikes inhumane. I know she's fighting with everything she has left, and the tension is charged, her desperation feeding my sick, sadistic mind.
I lean down, my lips brushing against her ear, “You're mine, Noir. Don't ever forget that.” I whisper harshly, feeling her body strain under my dominance, teetering on the edge of submission and release.
She continues to beg me, and while sensing my own climax building, my balls tightening, I aggressively grit out the word that she needs to hear. “Come.”
Her orgasm crashes over her like a tidal wave instantly, her raw scream tearing through the trailer as she gushes all over Soul's face, the squirt of her come hitting the tiled floor.
Her asshole pulses around me, prompting me to slow down so I can feel it. I observe her little body rocked by the intense climax, spasming under me, and I sit back, keeping my eyes locked on her.
“Soul, get out,” I bark the order, side-eyeing him as he rises to his feet, wiping her wetness off his face. Without meeting his gaze, he walks out, leaving Dolly and me alone.
I get off the table, sliding out of her before flipping her onto her back, grabbing her waist, and dragging her closer to the edge.
When I slip my dick back deep into her ass with one quick stroke, she shrieks in pain, but I simply lift her legs, placingthem over my shoulders as I incline, bringing my mouth close to hers.
Her glazed-over eyes lock onto mine as she scans them. As soon as I start fucking her ass again, she now doesn’t hold onto her sounds, but I just continuously kiss her parted lips, allowing her cries to mingle with my breath.
“Fucking say it, Noir,” I whisper between kisses, “Tell me I own every part of you.”
My hips slap against her ass with a persistent rhythm that echoes through the room. “Yes! I'm yours, Hell,” she screams out, her voice a symphony of surrender.
I snarl before plunging my tongue into her mouth, and she responds by sucking hard on it, becoming lost in the moment between us.
I hammer into her vigorously until, with a final, hard thrust, I bust inside her, my entire body tingling. My cock swelling and twitching elicits one last satisfied moan from her throat.
As she lets go of my tongue, I rest my sweaty brow against hers, eyes closed, trying to catch my breath and gradually slow my movements.
When I pry open my eyelids, her blue orbs are already looking into mine. I study her face as I lower her legs from my shoulders and rest my forearms beside her head. Hovering over her, I give her a soft kiss on her lips, but she doesn't reciprocate.
I arch a brow, “Say whatever the fuck you need to say, Noir,” I murmur, readying myself for her bullshit.
She tilts her head to the side, her eyes narrowing. “I always thought you were the possessive type, yet here you are, sharing me with your fucking friends,” she states, confusion lacing her words. “Tell me, Hell, what did you actually get out of that?”
“You.” I growl without hesitation, sliding one arm around the small of her back and the other hand beneath her thigh. She clings to me as I lift her with minimal effort, carrying her upstairs to my bedroom.
When I enter, I kick the door shut behind me, taking her over to my bed. As I lay her down, I follow beside her, leaning over on one elbow while reaching for the black silk sheet. I pull it over us, then slip my palm up the back of her thigh, making her wrap her leg around me.
Slowly, I trace the tips of my fingers up and down her skin, feeling goosebumps scatter beneath my touch. Gazing down at her, she looks at me expectantly to follow on the conversation.
“I think we've established that I'm not exactly sane,” I explain before continuing. “I don't think like a normal person would. Degradation is my thing. I thrive off it. I fucking love it. Anything immoral and sick pleases me.”
Her eyes widen as she inhales deeply. “So, you're into threesomes now?” she asks.
