His jaw clenches, and I turn back around, the prospect under me looks slightly worried, so I pick up the pace a little more until I feel hands going in my hair. “You like that, you filthy slut? How about if I ram my cock in your ass?” I moan, fuck that’s hot. I won’t tell him, but I love it when he gets all threatening and talking all mean with me. The shit turns me on.
He grabs another condom from the nightstand, and I’m pushed forward, face in the wrought iron headboard. “Hold her ass open wide.” Flick does as Killer tells him. Hands come around me to my shirt, ripping it open, leaving my heavy tits swinging in this dude’s face, and instantly his lips wrap around a nipple.
“Yes.” I hiss at the feeling. With my ass still being spread wide. I feel liquid drip between my cheeks. KY jelly.
“Looks like it’s gonna be a tight fit.” I feel the tip of Killer’s cock at my asshole before he shoves fully inside me. Holy fuck this hurts.
My body stretches and burns at the intrusion. “Fuck,” I scream out. “You’re supposed to go slow, not slam it straight in.”
A loud crack explodes in the room as his hand slams on my ass cheeks. “Bitch, shut up,” he growls.
I cry out and he starts moving. The burning resides and my body greedily accepts him.
This full feeling is amazing. It’s been so long since I’ve had two men at once. It’s even better than Breaker and Cruiz. Both men are moving in sync until I shatter all around them unable to hold back, it feels too damn good.
They keep at me, fucking both my holes faster and harder. I feel like I’m about to be split in two. Flick rubs my clit and sucks on my tits as Killer hammers me from behind, gripping my hips, keeping me right where he wants me.
“Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck.” My body quakes and my eyes roll back in my head. I just come so hard I might be blind.
“Take it, you bitch,” Killer grunts, moving harder and faster. The prospect under me is spent, having finished seconds after my third orgasm. Finally, Killer explodes, pulling his cock out, tossing the condom, and cums all over my back. “You look good covered in my cum. I wanna paint your face and tits next time.” I go to move off the other man when Killer moves fast, slamming his blade into his throat.
“What the fuck, Killer? You want this club to murder us too? We’ve got enough trouble right now,” I shout at him.
“His balls touched mine when we were fucking. That is some sick shit.” He helps me off the body that is leaking blood all over the bed and finally uncuffs me. I rub at my wrists and my whole body aches from being fucked so damn rough. I stumble as I get up from the bed and Killer scoops me into his arms. “Let’s get cleaned up.”
Killer kisses the side of my neck, carrying me to the bathroom. He sits me on the sink and moves to the shower to turn the water on. I ease off the counter and move to the toilet. “Could you give me a minute?” I wave toward the door and he snorts.
“Do your thing. Not letting you out of my sight.”
“I’m too tired to run right now. Besides you’re the one who should be running for stabbing Flick.” I smirk.
“Nah. He was never gonna get his cut. He’s been dicking one of the brother’s wives. Heard them talking about stringing him up later. I saved them the trouble. “
“Whatever.” I squat over the toilet to pee and Killer watches me with disinterest. “Do you have to stare?”
“I was just balls deep in your asshole. I can handle you pissing or shitting whatever it is that you’re doing.” He grins then turns around to face the shower, stripping the rest of his clothes off.
I should attack the bastard from behind, but something stops me. I don’t know what, but there’s a voice nagging in the back of my h
ead that says I’d miss him if he were gone, which is crazy because I’ve known the guy for like three days. He’s like the dude version of me. If I had a dick, I’d be Killer. I snort at the thought and wipe then flush.
I shove him out of the way to test the water temperature and step in. He gets in right behind me and grabs the bottle of bodywash off the shelf and squirts a quarter sized amount into his palms, lathering them up. Those big rough hands massage my body washing me all over with care. For such a jerk he’s acting sweet as hell right now being gentle with my intimate areas touching me there light as a feather.
“Mmm.” I let out a moan when he rubs my legs.
“That feel good, baby doll?”
“Amazing right now.” I’m dead tired, closing my eyes, I drop to sit on the built-in seat. Killer continues to wash his body, and I am nearly asleep when the water shuts off and he is cradling me in his arms with a towel draped over my body. I vaguely hear him asking for a new room and telling someone about Flick as I drift off to sleep.
Warmth spreads through my body and I smile. Large hands grip my thighs, spreading my legs apart. My eyes don’t pop open until I feel a hot mouth sucking greedily at my clit. I look down and Killer is between my legs munching on my pussy like a mad man. I should make him stop but fuck his mouth feels good on my swollen pussy after the pounding I had last night.
My fingers move to his close shaven head and stroke, petting him. He looks up at me, my juices coating his lips. “Good morning, sugar tits.”
I can’t stop myself from smiling and saying, “Fuck yeah it’s good. Now get back to work.” I scratch my nails down his jaw and he dips his head back down doing just that. The door pops open and Cruiz leans against the frame smirking at me. “Breaker said you came calling.”
“Hey, Cruiz? Wanna join us?” I taunt, knowing he won’t. His Old Lady would rip his balls off. And I know he’s madly in love with her. Except for our threesome, he’s never once cheated on her— that’s loyalty—something I’ve never really seen much of. Hell, Breaker loves the bitch too, but when he’s on the road, he’s balls deep in all the pussy he can get.
“Only if he wants to look like Flick,” Killer growls against my pussy, and Cruiz laughs.