“I do not.” My protest floated out of me, together with a gush of arousal. Warm fluid trickled down to my crease, right to where Zion and I were joined.
“Zion. Be a good boy and fuck that nonsense out of her.” Gedeon’s voice lowered to such severeness it struck me like his belt, the memory alone sufficient to feel the fire licking my backside. “I said,continue.” He yanked a chair from underneath our table, twisted it around, and straddled the wood. Resting his forearms on the backrest, he warned, “But only one of you is allowed to finish.”
I squeezed around Zion.
To draw my mind away from him stuffing me, I clutched the edge of the table harder and harder, until I could swear no blood reached my numb fingers. “What did he mean?” I whispered to Zion.
His throat bobbed. Eyebrows furrowed. But then they returned to their original placement. And a grin puffed out his high cheekbones.
Widening his legs, he hauled me even closer to him. “Hold on.”
My shoulder blades yelled from pressing against a hard surface for a prolonged period. “What— Wait—What?”
“He will not repeat himself.” Gedeon rubbed his bottom lip. “So I suggest you do as you’re told.”
Zion splayed a palm across my pelvis, and his thumb pressed on my clit. I jerked at the sudden shot of pleasure. It singed a path to my toes, curling them. Slowly, he circled the bundle of nerves, and a breath lodged in my lungs.
As he rocked out of me, emptying me, I whined from the loss?—
My breasts bounced from the impact as he rammed back into me, my entire body rippling.
His finger glided lower, gathering my wetness and bringing it back to my clit. Settling on a rhythm matching the pace of his thrusts, he brushed around the sensitive bit of flesh, his strokes light, too light for me to crash.
The teasing drove me to the verge of insanity. I needed more, just a bit of roughness, for him to caress my clit directly, to jolt my nerves into making the necessary connections, to?—
“Zion.” I moaned his name in a plea.
But he didn’t respond.
Focusing through the sheen of tears, I made out Gedeon’s form. He was observing me with a smirk as casual as any other day.
Only him shifting in his seat spilled the secret of how affected he was.
If anyone knew torture as intimately as a human could, it was these two. An unhinged demon pounding into me with a calculated tempo, balancing me on the precipice, and an arrogant god delighting in my torment.
“I accept your choice.” Rising from his seat, Gedeon shoved the chair aside. “Make her come.”
Zion’s thumb slipped right over my clit, again and again, the pace of his thrusts unforgiving. The tension low in my belly swelled, the cries in my vocal cords died down, and the night prowled closer, like a fog about to smother you, to snatch you away, to?—
Itconsumedme.
My back arched off the table, my spine so taut it verged on fracturing?—
The darkness ruling in the kitchen found its way into me.
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As the high overtook her, her inner walls fluttered around me. She clamped down on me like a vise, forcing me to grit my teeth.
Motionless, I begged the gods Kali believed in to hinder the overwhelming need to move, to spill inside her, to coat her insides with my cum.
Heat emanated off of Gedeon as he came to a halt behind me, and a shiver skittered down my back. His fingers skated down my sides, coaxing my core to contract, and I released Kali’s clit, marveling at her juices shining on my thumb.
But the temptation was too much, and I succumbed to it, sucking my digit, chasing the explosion ofher.
“How does she taste?” Gedeon’s breath caressed my nape. As the moisture evaporated, a chill latched onto the back of my neck.
