Page 115 of Boys Who Hunt

“Oh fuck!” she moans.

“That’s it, I know you can feel every ridge of my Jacob’s ladder, every piercing as it pushes past your opening, and every fucked-up need of mine forcing its way into your body until all that’s left ofyouisme.”

“Oh God,” she whimpers as I slowly deepen my stroke.

“That’s right. I want to invade your every waking thought, every dream, and every nightmare just like I’m invading your body, until every memory of me will turn you into a puddle of need ready to receive,” I add, and I push in balls deep.

Heath plunders her throat without effort. “Fuck, this tongue feels so fucking good, wrap it around my shaft and suck, slut.”

Max’s tongue drives into her, spearing her like I’m spearing her ass, mixing the two together in a delicious mix of pain and pleasure until she’s writhing from all the sensations.

She’s so goddamn tight. “Are you an ass virgin, twig?”

“A what now?” she says, gargling between each of Heath’s thrusts.

I snort. “You haven’t ever taken a cock up your ass, have you?”

Her nonresponse tells me enough.

“Good. I’d hate to have to kill every son of a bitch who ever tried to take it. This ass is mine.”

With every thrust, I push her further into Heath, further into depravity, further into the darkness that resides in both of our fucked-up nonexistent hearts.

“She tastes so damn good, I could lick this every day for the rest of my life and still feel like I’m starving,” Max says.

“Not so quick, Max? Who said I’d allow it?” Heath says. “Now lick like your life depends on it.”

“Yes, she’s worth it all,” Max murmurs beneath her.

“You hear that, little thief?” I ask. “You’ve got us all addicted already.”

“Fuck you, I never ask—”

Heath plows into her mouth with a grin on his face, interrupting her words. “All I want to hear from you are choked moans.” I hold out my hand. “Max, hand me the paddle.”

He throws it to me, and I slap her ass as I begin to thrust.

THWACK. THWACK. THWACK!

She squeals along with each of my thrusts like she’s slowly becoming addicted to the pain. And that’s exactly the edge Iwant to leave her on as I grip her thighs and spear her with my cock.

She mewls as we both take her deep.

THWACK!

“You ready for it, slut?” I grit. “Take it deep now, and I’ll reward you with some cum.”

“Fu—”

She can’t even finish the word before Heath thrusts in balls deep and explodes inside her throat once again. I can hear her choke and gargle his cum, but it’s her feverish moans that bring me to the brink.

“Beg, little thief. Beg for it, and I’ll give you the fucking peace you crave so badly.”

“Please!” she whimpers, at the end of her rope.

That’s it. That’s what I fucking need.

Her breaking apart for me. Splitting open at the core. Her soul ripe for the taking, mine to fucking claim.