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“Delightful,” she commented and glanced over to the sleeping model. “Why is he still asleep? I want to paint.”
That got me hyped again as I glanced over to Saint and noticed the glimmer of glee in his eyes.
“We should give him a fruitful awakening, don’t you think?” I offered.
“Allow me.” Willow rose up and walked over to the array of “tools” I had ready for easy access. She boldly strolled through my space like it was her own, and it was making me hard just watching her.
With little debate, she reached for a wedge hammer.
“Oh shit,” Saint cursed under his breath as his eyes went wide. All I could do was grin while I watched her stand before the man before she took a step back. After a raise of the hammer, it came crashing down on his crotch.
Talk about a wake-up call.
His scream echoed around the space while Willow carefully placed the hammer next to the man’s feet that were stomping manically.
“Wakey, wakey, bitches,” she sang as she walked back over to me to sit back onto my lap. Now I was horny as hell.
Emmanuel was shaking furiously, the hood that covered his head flinging off.
“Fuck! AH!” he screamed.
“We got a loud one,” Saint said with a sigh and looked over to us. “Want me to stick around?”
“Of course,” Willow hummed. “It’ll be more fun, right?’
Saint reached out to lift her chin up and suddenly he was kissing her passionately like we weren’t beginning a paint session.
I had no complaints.
My body was already high on multiple levels and having Willow wiggling on my lap was only further contributing to my erect cock. My hand was back at the side of her waist, and before I could control myself, I was kissing the side of her neck and sucking the sensitive spot.
She moaned as she broke the kiss with Saint, but clearly he wasn’t done because he had her in another steamy kiss while his hand found her neck and further tilted her head up so he could slip his tongue into her mouth.
The sensations were brewing wildly between the three of us, and things only got hotter when I caught the first whiff of Willow’s arousal.
Fucking hell. Maybe we can knock that fucker out and enjoy this instead.
"You guys are fucking sick! Sick bastards! Let me out!” Speaking of our paint victim, he was getting obnoxiously loud, enough that the three of us had no choice but to break our steamy moment to look his way.
“Hmm. I’m tempted to just kill him and try this initiation thing later,” Willow admitted, and Saint laughed.
“Let’s get it out of the way. Wasn’t he a pain in your ass earlier?”
“Ya,” I voiced. “Almost bombed us.”
“Well.” Saint’s eyes darkened at the mention of “bomb” until his eyes were completely black, and I knew right away that Saint was no longer ”home”. “That’s not nice, now is it?”
The screaming man suddenly halted in his mayhem to stare frightened in Saint’s direction. He must have known what Saint was because now he was begging like a desperate fool.
“P-P-Please! Don’t kill me.”
“You’re asking for too much,” he growled. “You dare to try to take away what’s mine?”
“N-N-No! Please. Have mercy!”
“I only have mercy on those who praise me,” he declared. “I don’t want the praises from a sick sinner like you, but relax. We have a lot of time before dessert gets here, and frankly, I’m rather hungry for a tainted soul.”
“Do you wanna get started?” I quietly asked. I couldn’t help but slip my hand between her legs and press at the fabric. “We can go fast or slow. Whatever you want.”
