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Olivia doesn’t have a chance to respond before I grab her face and ram my aching cock balls-deep in her throat. Her eyes roll back, guttural gagging noise emanating from her throat, her limbs flailing. The force of my entrance is so hard that her nostrils pinch together, preventing her from breathing.
I slam my thumb and index finger over her nose, relishing her helpless struggle. "Speak to me like that again and see if I don't punish you."
Olivia screams into my shaft, every part of her straining toward freedom. Brock’s grip on her hands is too tight and my cock in her throat is too huge and rough. Her pleas fall on deaf ears. Try as she might, she couldn’t break free if she wanted to.
That’s what happens when you’re with the most powerful players on the Sinners. We treat you the same way we treat our enemies. Unrelenting. Ruthless. We want to see you fight.
I release my grip on her nose as I twist my dick to the left and fuck her throat from another angle. She sucks in air greedily, her face flushing pink like she sniffed a line of coke off the tip of my dick at a club. Her fingers find purchase in my dress shirt, and she claws at the fabric desperately, clutching at it as if thinking it’s her only hope, but we all know it won’t be her life preserver.
Rook rips her skirt off. Her naked pussy is dripping wet, sopping with moisture. It glistens off the limo lights, sparkling brighter than one of the diamond bracelets we bought her at Cartier. Her new jewelry dances on her wrists, creating metallic noises that rival the music that ravishes audiences at the New York Symphony.
Rook plunges his tongue into her folds, spearing her wetness. He parts her flesh without hesitation, using his tongue as a drill that penetrates her gash. Wetness leaks out of her cunt, sopping onto his face, and he growls into her pussy, grabbing her thighs and licking her rough and feral, his nose inhaling her scent as his chin drips with her berry juices.
Brock untucks his shaft. "I’ve got every reason to thrust this cock in your slit and take your virginity.C'est ce que le bon homme ferait."
The sound of Brock speaking French causes Olivia’s nipples to burst into buds. They poke through her top, pearly and erect, begging for attention. I rip her shirt off, exposing her tits in her bra, then think what a shame it is that I’m about to tear this new bra I bought her into pieces.
I tear her bra off with my teeth, shaking it back and forth, roaring as it flings this way and that, the left boob cup hitting the window of the limo, the right smacking Rook in the face. Rook growls, grabbing the bra and ripping it into pieces with his ungodly large fists, before taking a handful of her left tit and squeezing.
Olivia moans under the violent pressure, then her cunt squirts even harder when I grab her other tit, bringing my greedy lips to it. I plunge her nipple into my mouth, swirling my tongue around the ripe hard bud.
"Sweet blossom." I slobber on her tit, unable to control my vicious need. "You’ve got a tender one that’s ripe for your Kings. We didn’t meet you until you were a freshman at Saintswood, but if we knew you earlier, we’d have done terrible things."
"Snuck into your bedroom. Taken your panties. Busted a nut on your pillow." Rook’s voice doesn’t waver.
Olivia pries her left hand out of Brock’s grip and hits Rook’s chest. He’s too muscular for it to make a mark. He effortlessly swats it away, then kisses her wrist.
Olivia begins to come undone. Her back arches, beads of perspiration forming on her neck and shoulders. Her tits jiggle, the nipples hardening even more under our touch. Her cunt folds smack against each other, waves of her rain of desire seeping down her legs, squirting onto Brock’s face.
Brock leans back as her juices splatter off his cheeks. "Think you can squirt me like that and not receive a spanking, bitch?"
Brock smacks her cunt.
Swat.
Olivia screams into my dick, the vibrations sending ribbed tremors of pleasure coursing to my base. My abs clench as my hips still.
"No." I stifle a roar. "No."
She will not make me feel this good.
She will not make me lose control.
I grab her throat and ram her head up. "Listen, bitch. You don'tevermake a King nut in your innocent throat early. That’s not your fucking place. When you’re with a King, you let him bring you to the heights of pleasure first. That’s your duty. To come. If you make me bust before you, I’ll spank you so fucking hard with my Gucci belt that your ass cheeks bleed."
Brock stares me dead in the eye. "Let’s spank this ungrateful bitch right now."
I rip my cock out of her mouth as Brock tugs his lips away from her cunt. In two seconds flat, Olivia is spread over Rook’s knee, her bare ass in the air.
"Stop." She kicks her soft dainty feet, tears streaming down her cheeks. Her voice is so raspy from when I rearranged her vocal cords that I barely understand what she’s saying. God, that’s hot. "I’ve never been spanked before."
"Yes or no." Rook lifts his right hand. He’s going to do it no matter what she says.
Olivia doesn’t know that she needs this to grow powerful and strong. There’s so much she doesn’t know about sex, so much we must teach her. That’s our duty: to build her into the powerful female she is inside. Right now, she’s not there yet. Seeing her fit was promising, but we must break her further to turn into a goddess. Pain is a better teacher than pleasure. She’ll never forget these lessons.
"No!" Olivia sobs.
"Too bad it’s opposite day."
