And my mind has turned to dust.
All I care about … all I crave right now …
Is more insanity from her.
Orion
“Orion,go lie on the floor. I want to ride you,” she says.
I immediately hurry into position in front of Atreus, not giving a shit if he tries to hurt me. After all, getting used by Sunny is the highest form of praise, and I’m willing to bet my life for it.
She lowers herself on top of me, menacing grin and all, and it makes me swallow. But good God, her pussy fits so perfectly around my cock.
Her fingers rise to grip my neck, nails digging into my flesh.
Is this the moment she’ll choke the life out of me?
I imagined it so many times, and it got me so damn hard every time, but now … now I fear our story might come to an end too quickly.
“Still so hard,” she muses, rolling her hips over mine. “I’m going to enjoy myself thoroughly, and don’t you dare die on me.”
“Yes, ma’am,” I squeak as she chokes me out.
She bobs up and down on top of me, using me like a toy, and I’m happy to be along for the ride. Her pussy feels divine. Nothing could ever prepare me for the yearning I would feel to have her closer to me.
God, I would even want to live just to see it happen.
All my blood rushes to my groin while my face slowly drains, and my eyes begin to roll into the back of my head.
She pulls her fingers away, and I suck in a desperate breath.
Death is calling to me, but her words scream louder.
“Stay with me, Orion. Can’t have you dying on me before you finish writing all those poems.”
My eyes flash open and connect with her as a flurry of warm emotions overtakes me.
Does she know?
Does she know how much she means to me?
“Xavier, come here. Stand above him so I can suck you off,” she commands. “Hands behind your back.”
Xavier plants his feet beside my body, and she grabs his length, opens her mouth, and takes him deep. He moans out loud, toes curling as she licks him off, and it nearly makes me jealous, if it wasn’t for the fact that I’m currently inside her.
“Holy shit,” Xavier groans.
“That good, huh?” she says, chuckling between sucks.
“Fuck … please …” Atreus mumbles behind us.
She briefly pulls away to glance at Atreus with a smirk on her face. “More?”
He moans, visibly shaken from the ordeal, but his hard-on still bobs up and down, as if called to by its owner.
“Say please,” she says.
He grumbles again. “Please.”
