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Several of his fingers spear into me, pushing his cum inside.

“Take it all. Every drop. I want you dripping with my cum when you see our precious professor tomorrow.”

I don’t know if I’m trying to encourage him, or stop him, but I grab his cock and I squeeze.

He rewards me with a hissed, “Jesus,” and starts pumping into my hand with short, powerful bursts of his hips.

“Yeah, baby, don’t stop. I’m so close,” Melissa purrs by the bed.

I don’t want to think about what’s happening over there. I have too much to deal with over here.

Kai groans, his thrusting hips speeding up. He keeps pressure with his palm, starts circling my clit, then grinding it, so rough it hurts, so hard I clap a hand over my mouth when I come again so I don’t scream out loud.

He fucks me with his fingers as mercilessly, brutally, as he did by the tree only a few days ago.

I’m fucking wrecked. Body limp and unresponsive.

There’s no way he’s driving me to that precipice again.

But then he growls, “You filthy fucking liar,” and I come again.

Chapter 44

Kai

Only thing better than Haven’s hand wrapped around my cock would be fucking her pussy. Her cum, and mine, drips down my fingers and hand. I’m sure she’s soaking the carpet.

That’s all I can smell—cum and blood and this earthy, piney scent coming off her skin. I don’t know what the hell kind of body lotion or shampoo she uses now, but it’s nothing like the floral shit I usually smell around college girls.

It’s familiar as fuck, but I know she’s never worn anything like it before. Part of me likes it, part of me despises it.

But all mixed, this perfume of hate and sex and strange, it’s making me fucking wild.

It’s making me want to come again.

Wish it wasn’t so fucking dark down here. I want to see my cum coating my girl’s tight little cunt. I want to see her gleaming with my seed, watch my fingers invade her, see her small hand wrapped around my cock as she strokes me.

“Mmm, fuck!” Melissa whimpers, moans.

Her timing couldn’t be worse.

Or, better, fuck knows.

Because right then, I come again.

I want to groan, and the only thing I can think to do is clamp down on Haven to stay quiet.

If Melissa hadn’t been in another world, she’d probably have heard Haven’s gasp as my teeth sink down on her soft, plump tit.

I drag my fingers out of her clenching pussy and shove them between her lips, filling her mouth with flesh and cum.

She gags and gurgles until I press the knife against her throat. She could have gotten away this whole time. I hadn’t even been keeping it flush with her skin.

But she got carried away with the game.

We both did.

“Suck,” I hiss into her ear.