Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 44289 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 221(@200wpm)___ 177(@250wpm)___ 148(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 44289 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 221(@200wpm)___ 177(@250wpm)___ 148(@300wpm)
Yes. I wanted it all.
I leaned in, over Mason’s back. It thrust me further into his ass, also pushing the second larger dildo far into my depths at the same time.
His groans hit an all-time guttural low. My hand clenched on his cock—all of me clenched. He was iron in my hand too. And all but gagging on his own tongue as I reamed him out.
Just as the head of Mason’s cock went huge and bulbous in my hand, about to blow, Bishop shoved his big cock up my ass.
Both pleasure and pain lit up my spine and got all confused and befuddled in my brain. I froze, speared between the two men’s bodies.
And then Bishop held my hips in place, pulled out, and thrust right back in again. Piercing me in place like a butterfly on a board by the dildo in my pussy and Bishop’s unforgiving shaft up my ass. All while I was thrust hips forward into Mason.
I’d never been more helpless. Or more spectacularly turned on, my pleasure wild as it thundered higher.
Below me, Mason quaked and gagged with deep release into my hand. From something he’d needed but not even known.
And when Bishop pulled out and thrust in again. Ruthlessly. Deep. Unforgiving—
Too many things happened at once.
I looked over my shoulder into Bishop’s eyes. I was thrusting into Mason, and the position of my hips against him pressed on my swollen clit. Oh— Bishop’s cock had begun to feel much more pleasurable than painful. He was hitting one of those deep pleasurable spots inside me that only he had ever been able to find—through the wall of my anus, pressing against the dildo buried inside my cunt. I mean, how…?
And at the same time, it was like a veil was stripped from me.
Or more like… a mask was torn off of him.
I didn’t know if it was the drugs, the orgasm that I knew I was moments away from finally, finally hitting, or—
Or if I was suddenly seeing and understanding because he wanted me to see and understand. I had never met “Bishop”—if there ever was such a person.
It.
Had.
Only.
Ever.
Been.
HIM.
The dark shadow at the crossroads.
His irises suddenly turned into inky pools and I was falling into—
I panicked. And pleasured spiked higher than should be humanly possible, simultaneously.
It was HIM.
The one who’d promised one day I’d come to him begging on my knees. Just like I’d done recently on multiple occasions.
He’d promised that night as I told him to fuck off. I’d doubted. I’d doubted the whole thing had been real. Laughed it off. Everyone had some funny ghost story dream, didn’t they?
But…
Somewhere, somewhere, I think I’d known. In that part deep down inside myself. In my deep-down guts, I’d known what happened that night on that creepy as fuck intersection in the middle of fuck-all-freezing-midnight-nowhere was real.
It was all real.
I’d skirted the darkness that night and escaped with my soul intact.
Or so I thought.
But I’d never escaped, had I?
The shadow had stalked me all these years.
And I’d really been dumb enough to think that maybe some of Cash’s luck had rubbed off on me or something. That my life had just happened to go well even though I turned down a bargain with the devil.
But no. So-called “Bishop” had targeted me that day I’d been drumming on the street. The very next day after I’d denied HIM, the shadow. What had he done? How had he become… human? Or was he even?
Holy shit, then he’d started in on six years of teasing and playing head games with me. Mason twitched underneath me. Oh my god, not just me…
Bishop was always stirring up shit with all the guys. Providing any opportunity for Cash to gamble. Constantly fucking with Mason. Doing God knows what to Tank… He’d been secretly pulling all our strings like we were his own perverse little set of marionettes—
He grinned into my eyes, and I saw the deep shadow flicker within. It was a darkness you immediately fell into. Like tumbling down a well.
“Didn’t some part of you always sense who I was at heart? I command your body, after all.” He leaned forward, pinning me with his cock in my ass and forcing me to pin Mason underneath me to the bed. He reached around and grasped my neck with his fingers.
“Your body has been pulsating for me for years. And now, your Master commands you to come.”
Pleasure lit like lightning and I clawed at the bed clothes so I didn’t scratch Mason’s skin raw beneath me—
So this was what it feels like to orgasm.
I screamed.
And I screamed.
And I screamed.
The pitch rose and rose up the scale until I was making a noise that could break glass, a pleasure I couldn’t even comprehend wracking my body.
I clawed at Mason’s hip and fucked him while Bishop fucked me. Bishop’s cock and the dildo inside bumped and ground against each other, prolonging the peak—oh God, I’d never imagined it could get this high— It felt like my soul was escaping—