Total pages in book: 16
Estimated words: 15030 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 75(@200wpm)___ 60(@250wpm)___ 50(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 15030 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 75(@200wpm)___ 60(@250wpm)___ 50(@300wpm)
Axel growls as his hips propel in a rhythmic motion. “Fuck, she’s so wet and tight. It’s like she’s always ready and willing.” Small buttons fly off her dress and hit the hardwood floor as Axel rips her shirt with no regard. “I’m gonna throw all her clothes out,” he grunts. “Keep her naked, twenty-four seven.”
My hand moves up and down my cock in slow strokes, not being able to sit by idly and watch him fuck our girl without relieving the pressure. “She’s not our prisoner, Axel. If we kept her naked, we’d have to lock her up in a tower, and where would be the fun of that?”
Pre-cum collects at the tip of my cock as I rub it along her full bottom lip. Her mouth parts, and I make her taste me. Fuck, I love that she’s such a sound sleeper. There could be bombs exploding outside the window and Stella would remain passed out.
Warm fingers coated with a cool creamy substance invade my ass. Kian rotates his finger along my anus. His other hand is on my throat, pulling my head back, his warm breath fluttering along my ear. “I don’t fuck the dead, but I’m going to fuck your tight little ass until you bust a nut all over our little sleeping beauty.”
Chapter
Two
Axel
Part of me wants to wake her with my cock. To stare into her big brown eyes as they go wide while my cum fills her to the brim. But I also like knowing I can use her whenever I want, that no matter her state, she’s always willing and able for me.
Her hand trails up her abdomen to her tits, fingers curling around her soft, subtle flesh, and she squeezes delicately. The way she touches herself differs vastly from our brutal, forceful hands on her body. Her way is seductive and warm. It almost makes me want to give her that bullshit lovemaking poets always prattle on about, not the hard, lascivious fuck I know she experiences at my hands.
She’ll have bruises on her hips from my grip in the morning. They will be harsh and purple-red before turning into brownish-yellow hues. I like to consider them my gifts to her, a sunset and a sunrise.
We all like to leave marks on her, symbols of ownership, brands of possession. I use my hands and my teeth. Kian uses a belt or a knife. But Ronan uses something else—he uses care.
Sometimes, I’m envious of the way he loves her. He isn’t an animal like me. Ronan is kind, seductive, and inviting. He matches her warmth, something I’ll never be able to do. Maybe that’s why I enjoy watching Ronan get railed up the ass right now as he brushes the tip of his cock on Stella’s lips. Knowing he likes to fuck her while she sleeps makes me feel like he isn’t morally superior, that he, too, is merely a mortal man, consumed with lust, depravity, and filth.
I move one hand off Stella’s hip and grab Ronan’s cock, tugging it, matching the rhythm of my thrusts in Stella’s pussy and Kian’s in his ass.
Ronan’s head falls back, and he hisses, “Fuck. You like tugging at my dick while you fuck your sister, don’t you, Axel? You going to cream that pussy? Have your cum fill that cunt to the brim so we can watch it drip down her leg onto the floor?”
Fuck, that’s hot. The idea of watching her walk around with my cum dripping out of her sweet pussy and making her lick it off the floor like a good girl flashes in my mind. I’m trying not to lose focus on the task at hand. My imagination and the sensations creeping all along my body are overflowing with nowhere to go. “Kian, you still have that leash?”
Kian looks up from where he’s forming small superficial cuts along Ronan’s neck. Freaky shit if you ask me since it’s so close to his jugular. He darts his tongue out, licking the crimson blood trickling down. “Yes, why?”
“I want her on it. On her hands and knees dripping cum.” The vision of her leaking is all I can focus on. I dip my head, take her nipple in my mouth and bite hard, waking her. She screams just as I come deep in her cunt.
Her eyes fly open, shock laced in those brown depths. “What the actual fuck, Axel?”
I ignore her indignation, not because I don’t care, but because I know as much as she wants to feign outrage, Stella enjoys being a greedy little cock whore. She gets off on every sick thing we do to her, our match in every way. It’s part of the game, her version of being a brat. That’s why the predator in me craves her so much. She gives me exactly what I desire. She understands my beast. How to fuel me, drive me, own me. We may like to pretend we own Stella, that she’s our property, but in reality, she’s the master, and the three of us are her puppets.