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I pull out of her throat, and the sound of her heaves as she swallows down even more saliva mixed with cum is like music to my ears.
“What do you mean? You just had me,” she says, leaning up.
I laugh as I walk around the table, drawing a line with my fingers across the pool table, waiting for Heath to step aside as I reach the edge where her feet are planted. “You thought I was done with you?” I draw her legs apart and drag her to me. “I will never be satisfied with just one part of you.” My fingers slide up her thighs, digging into her skin. “Not today. Not tomorrow. Not ever.”
“But the deal ends when I’ve paid off my debt,” she mutters.
I lean in and plant sultry kisses all over her thighs, watching her toes slowly begin to curl. “Your debt ends when I’ve been satiated, and I am fucking insatiable for you. No amount of sex can fill the void in my body, and I am so goddamn fucking hungry.” I drag her closer. “So let me eatmyfucking pussy and devour it whole.”
CHAPTER 47
Ivy
I’m lost in sensations.
Lost in submission.
Lost in the insane desire taking over my body.
I’m so lost, and I don’t want to find my way back.
These boys have wrecked me.
Destroyed every inch of my self-preservation, and now there’s nothing left but the feral need to embrace their sweet madness.
Falling into the pits of hell shouldn’t feel this good, but it does. God, it fucking does, and I can’t get enough.
My hands find Max’s hair, and I squeeze it tightly, forcing him down onto my nipples.
“Please, more,” I beg.
“Max, come here and lick this pussy too. It’s crying literal tears for more attention.”
“Oh fuck off,” I groan.
SLAP!
I squeal from the sudden spanking to my pussy.
“No back talk, twig,” Silas warns.
“How about we spice things up?” Heath says, grabbing a small box that he places on the table.
“What is that?” I ask.
Silas’s smirk predicts trouble as he opens the box. “Balls.”
“What kind of balls?”
He holds them up, showing four small balls, one with the number five on it and the rest the number zero, all half the size of his hand.
“Mini cue balls,” Heath muses.
Silas grins. “Just the perfect fucking size for a needy little pussy.”
My eyes widen. “What?”
He licks off one of them. “Don’t be so afraid …” He pushes my knees up to my chest. “Youwanted to play withus, remember? So let me teach you a thing or two about the games we enjoy.”