Page 266 of Boys Who Hunt
RIP!
He tears the fabric of my shirt apart until my breasts spill out.
“That’s it, moan for us,” Silas groans behind me, thrusting it in so hard, I can feel his balled fist against me, warmth spreading between my legs.
Max rips down his zipper and pulls out his shaft again. “God, I’m already hard again.”
“You had your turn, twink,” Heath says, licking his lips. “She’s ours now. You sit and fucking watch.”
Max settles on the rock in front of me so he can look at me while rubbing himself, and it only makes me even wetter.
“You like being watched, don’t you?” Silas spanks my ass. “Filthy little slut.”
“Fuck,” I groan as he keeps going, alternating slaps with thrusts until my breath becomes hot and heavy.
“She’s not allowed to come yet,” Heath growls, twisting my nipples until I scream.
THWACK!
Silas’s laugh fills my soul with unending lust. “Scream, thief, scream!”
THWACK!
The next slap is so hard my legs squeeze together as the pain sizzles through my entire body.
“Don’t move,” Silas grits, releasing the knife. “Keep it there and feel the fucking throbbing of your pussy as it falls apart for me.”
He’s right. I’m a throbbing mess, ready to come again so easily it shocks even me.
“Fuck, it’s so hot to watch you guys use her,” Max groans. “I’ve dreamed of this so many times.”
“You’re not the only one,” Heath says, twisting my nipples once more until I squeal with delight.
Silas brings the hand he used to fuck me with the knife to my face, and my eyes widen.
He’s covered in blood.
“See what your greed does to me? See how far I’m willing to go to fuck you and satisfy that wicked craving inside you?” He rubs it all over my lips and pushes them apart, shoving his fingers inside. “Taste me. Taste how much I want to fucking bleed my soul out for you.”
He sinks deeper and deeper as the knife is firmly lodged between my slit, a forever reminder of what I’ve become. What a sloppy mess I’ve turned into … willingly.
He groans when my tongue wraps around his fingers, and he bites down on my shoulder, drawing blood as well as a scream as I come right there and then from the knife lodged inside me.
“Fuck, I love you. Now let me fucking take you to purgatory.”
When the orgasm slows, he pulls me away from the rock while Heath pulls the knife out of me.
“So fucking wet,” Heath mutters, licking it off. “I can’t wait to taste it ten more times.”
“Ten?!” I huff.
Silas spins me around and lifts me against the rock, then rips down his zipper.
“You wanted to taunt us, twig. Now accept your fucking punishment while we nail you to the fucking shrine where we initiated you to our immoral ways.”
One thrust and I’m already lost as he impales me on his rock-hard cock, driving me insane.
“Open your mouth,” he growls.