Page 87 of Psychotic Nightmares

“Fuck.” She exhales. Working herself faster until she screams out her desire.

“Fucking breathtaking.” I groan and drop the knife. Droplets of blood drip from the small cuts along my fingers. “Mask off.” She quickly removes the facewear, throwing it to the side. I grab her chin with my bloodied hand, handing her the condom with the other. She opens the packet, never looking away from me, and starts rolling it down my length. With my mask still lifted, I kiss her.

“All of it?” I need it confirmed again. I won’t give up all control. I can’t, not after last time.

“Yes.” I stroke my fingers along her lips, down her neck and stop at her peaked nipple, leaving a trail of blood in their wake.

“Fucking hell.” I groan as her fingers wrap around me and start to pump. “Replace your hand with your pussy. I need to be inside you.” I grab her waist and spin so my back now hits the headboard. Thrusting into her hard enough to make me pause as her cunt flutters around me.

“Fuck.” She breathes, then starts to slowly move.

“Do you know how fucking beautiful you look right now?” Dante questions, kneeling behind her. “Riding his cock like that.” She shakes her head, cheeks pink. His hands glide round, pinching her hardened nipples. “How does he feel?” He uses the beak of his mask to stroke up her neck.

“Fucking fantastic.” She moans. He pushes her down against me.

“And how does this feel?” He pushes a finger into her, then two.

“Fuck.” She breathes, slowing her movements.

“How does it feel, treasure?” I echo Dantes question.

“Amazing.” She whimpers.

He pulls his fingers out and I feel the head of his cock rub against the base of mine. Quiet moans and whimpers fill the silent room as Dante enters her.

“Full.” She groans. “I feel so fucking full. But it feels so good.” She answers before we can ask.

“So. Fucking. Tight.” I grit my teeth. “Move, treasure. Fuck us like you own us,”

“I do own you.” She growls possessively. Then a bit of guilt crosses her face. Before she can take her statement back I capture her lips with mine. The metallic taste of my blood and the sweet taste of her drives me wild.

“You do. You own every fucking part of us.”

I hold her waist, me and Dante sync our thrusts, slowly moving in and out of her at first, before speeding up once she’s used to the fullness. Her body starts to tense. “Cum for us, baby. Cum all over our dicks.”

“Julian.” She cries.

“Fuck, Grace.” I thumb her swollen clit. Her cunt constricts our dicks. Pulling us in.

“Dante.” She throws her head back, leaning against his chest. The soppy fucker wraps his arms around her middle, keeping her close. He leans and pecks up her neck.

When did he remove his mask?

Grace turns slightly when he kisses up her jawline, taking his mouth with hers.

Fuuuuuck. I’m gonna lose the bet at this rate, why does seeing them both together do something to me?

Her screams of delight mixed with her throbbing cunt almost has me exploding,just a little longer, Julian.I don’t stop my deep thrusts, moving Dantes hands from around her stomach to her perk nipples.

“Fuck,” Dante growls. “Grace.” He stills and I feel his cock swell against mine. I knew he couldn’t hold back once he’s touching her.

Two more thrusts and I’m screaming her name, pulling her away from Dante to me for a kiss.

“You took us so well, treasure. It’s like you were fucking made for us.”

“Mmm.” She moans, taking my bottom lip between her teeth. And fuck me, that makes me want to go feral.

No, Julian.