Page 64 of My Crazy Killers
When she’s done, I rake my fingers through her silky strands before pulling them together at the back of her neck and wrapping her hair around my fist. I don’t pull hard, but I hold it firmly with one hand while my other trails down to hold her hip, then I pull back and thrust forward. She cries out, and I do it again.
I keep my tempo even, even though she begs me to go faster and harder. “Patience, Wren,” I tell her. “Trust me.” She nods her head, and a sense of satisfaction moves through me.
Fucking her hard and fast would definitely be enjoyable, for both of us, but right now I have the urge to draw it out, to make her a complete withering mess beneath me, to have her questioning if this is torture or pleasure, unsure if I’ll ever let her come.
“Please,” she whimpers between thrusts, but I keep moving, wanting this feeling to last forever.
“Damn, he’s a bit of a sadist, isn’t he?” Elias asks.
“Nah, he just likes to take his time,” Pete tells him.
“If it were me, she would have come three times already,” Dex says as if insulting my ability to make our girl come.
“Maybe,” I say, not stopping my pace. “But she will have more pleasure from one of my orgasms than the three of yours put together.” Unable to resist, I lift my hand and bringit down on her right ass cheek, making her cry out. Her pussy clamps around me, telling me exactly what she thought of that. I rub the spot I just spanked and hum in approval. “Mmm, such a good girl for me.”
“Please, sir, let me come!” she begs, and I decide I’ve drawn it out long enough.
“Stand up,” I instruct, giving her hair a little tug. It takes her a second to get her hands under her to help push her to stand, still wedged between me and the table. I let go of her hair and slide my hand down to trace the line of her choker before wrapping my hand around it.
Holding her by her throat, I pull her body tightly back against mine before turning her head toward me and kissing her. She moans, which just gets me more worked up. I start thrusting again, a little bit harder this time.
My eyes catch on Pete, who’s eyeing her body and licking his lips, and it gives me an idea. Wrapping my free arm around her waist, I lift her off her feet and turn her toward Pete, taking a couple of steps to close the distance to where he’s sitting.
He sits up tall in his chair, his eyes eagerly taking her in. “Hungry?” I ask him.
“Starving,” he replies instantly, eyeing her pussy like it’s his last meal.
“Feast away,” I tell him, nudging her forward so we’re standing right between his spread knees. He leans forward, latching on to her clit, and her head tilts back as she cries out. I tighten my hand, cutting off the noise, holding her there for a moment before I release her.
“If you want me to let go, tap me anywhere three times, understand?” She nods, and I continue. “Restricting yourbreathing can heighten your release. Try to trust that I know how much you can take. But if you get scared, just tap me three times, and I’ll let go. I won’t be disappointed or upset. I want you to enjoy it, and if you don’t, that’s okay too.”
“Are you sure this is a good idea?” Elias asks nervously. “I don’t want her to get hurt.”
“I know what I’m doing,” I tell him. “And we’ll never know what she likes or doesn’t, if we don’t try. Right, little bird?” I aim the last question at Wren, and she nods.
“I want to try. I’ll tap if I don’t like it."
“Wren,” Elias says in warning as he moves to stand behind Pete’s chair so she can see him. “Promise me you won’t endure it if you’re not enjoying it? It’s more than okay if you don’t. I’m sure there’s still plenty of things Sly can do to you that you’ll enjoy.”
“Mmm, yes,” I nod, running my nose up and down the side of her throat. “I could tie up your pretty little wrists behind your back again. You liked that, right?” She nods, her pussy tightening around me. “Or I could lay you out on this table and have each of your other men hold a limb down while I fuck you. Her core squeezes even harder, and I try not to smile. “Hmm, I think we have a winner. So just keep that in mind, Wren. If you don’t like this, we can do that instead.”
“Can we do both?” she asks, making me smile, as the others laugh; even Pete pulls back from her to laugh.
“We’ll see. Now, are you ready?” I ask, my hand tightening on her throat. She gives me a small nod, and I start to pick up my pace, pulling my hips back to slam into her. Pete grips her hips, helping to hold her still as I thrust against her.
I don’t cut off her air supply, not yet, but I limit it, adjusting my grip as I try to build her orgasm to something she’s never felt before. Pete continues sucking on her clit, andI use my free hand to tease her nipples. The others watch us with heated eyes as I wring pleasure from our girl.
“See the way they look at you?” I whisper in her ear. “They’re all dying to get a piece of you. You’re like our sun, our warmth, our light. And each one of us craves just a small sliver of you to keep us going, to remind us that there is good in this world. And it’s you.”
Her pussy squeezes me so tight I grunt out as I fuck her even harder, ready to push her over the edge. “You ready to come for me, love?” I whisper, and she nods. I squeeze her throat a little tighter, blocking off all air, and her mouth drops open. “Tap if you want me to stop, but try to hold on if you’re not scared.” I wait two seconds, and when she doesn’t make a move to tap me, I turn her head to me and kiss her. At the same time, my hips buck against her hard and fast, and I pinch her nipple.
Her pussy starts to tighten and shake, and I know she’s about to orgasm. I wait two more seconds, then I pull my mouth from hers and release her throat, watching as she gasps in a full breath, then it happens. Her pussy starts convulsing around me as her body starts to shake. I wrap my arm around her waist to keep her upright as her eyes close and a long, continuous moan escapes her lush lips.
My eyes are glued to her as I lose the hold on my own release, shooting it straight into her tight pussy. She quivers in my arms, her eyes closed, and I can’t help but lean forward and suck her lower lip into my mouth. She tries to return the kiss, but it’s as if all her energy has been drained.
I see Pete has pulled back and is wiping his mouth and licking the back of his hand like a goddamned cat.
“Here,” Dex says from behind. I glance over my shoulder to see he’s pushed up a chair right behind me, allowing me tosit exactly where I stand, pulling her into my lap with me as we both take a moment to catch our breath.
