Page 113 of Where Sinners Repent

My tongue runs along her slit, her taste blooming over my tongue. The buzzing is right next to my ear as I begin to devour her cunt, but I can still hear her moan around Kaleb’s cock. My lips wrap around her clit, sucking hard until she starts bucking over the bike.

Standing, I lick my lips, twisting the toy in and out of her ass.

When I pull it out, her ass clenches against the emptiness. It won’t be empty for long, my slutty, needy girl. I spit on the slutty, needy hole. Then I pull out my cock, spitting on the tip as well. It’s all she’ll get. It might hurt, but she’ll get used to it.

The shiny tip of my cock rubs between her cheeks, prodding at the hole. I’m not sure if her noises are protests or pleads for it. I’m not sure if her noises are protests or pleasure. Hard to tell. All those desperate slobbery moans as Kaleb fucks her throat. Probably pleasure. My depraved little slut.

With the way the ring is designed, he won’t get much friction. What he will get, however, is a gaping wet mouth held open for him to fuck. Which is very much what he is doing.

His fingers have slid through her dark hair, holding her head in place is he bucks into her.

“This mouth,” he murmurs, voice sounding untethered. “I love being so deep in your throat, Black Cat.”

My hand fists around my dick and rub the head in her damp arousal. She tries to fall back onto it, and I almost let her. But my hand grips her waist, and holds her back, moving the tip of my cock to her ass.

With a firm shove, I guide my cock into her hole. The tight ring barely gives, and she tries to buck away from me. All it does is impale her throat deeper into my brother’s cock and make her cough and choke around it.

My hands wrap around her hips and pull her back to me. Silly girl. She can’t run from me. Doesn’t she know this already?

One hand stays on her hips, gripping her soft curves in a bruising hold. The other fists the base of my cock, while I lean over and spit into her hole again.

“Breathe in,” Kaleb demands, pulling his cock out just enough to rest against her tongue. Her chest expands as she listens. “Now, breathe out.”

Just as her chest finishes deflating, I thrust into her, forcing my way past her tight muscle.

Hissing through my teeth, I squeeze my cock painfully to stop from coming.

Tight. So fucking tight.

Kaleb huffs a breath, resuming his slow thrusts against her tongue. “You should see my brother, Roxy. Your ass is about to make him blow like a horny teenager.”

I glare at him, but he’s not wrong. My balls draw up tight, and I’m dangerously close to filling her up before I’m even all the way in. I drag in a slow breath before inching my way in, eyes laser-focused on the way her cheeks spread around me.

A low, raspy groan falls from her stretched mouth. It’s enough to spur me on, sliding halfway out, before bottoming out, my hips smacking against her ass.

Hands gripping her hips, I start driving in and out. Her body wraps around me like a silky, soft fist. So hot and tight and mind-melting.

The bike below her rocks with each movement. Shadow is my pride and joy. This bike has been with me since the moment Ash’s dad pulled us off the streets and honed us into perfect killing machines.

Now it’s even better. Because it’s going to be covered in her cum, sweat, tears, and saliva.

Sliding my hand up her spine, I fist a handful of her hair, cocking her head back. Tightening her throat around Kaleb’s cock. He hisses, fucking her face brutally.

It sounds so fucking salacious and dirty. So wet and messy.

Drool strings down his balls, and they smack against her chin with a wet thumping sound.

“Fuck,” I hiss, bringing a hand down against her cheek again.

Taking my pent-up feelings out on her soft flesh.

She cries out, the muscles in her back rippling. Tattoos crinkle with each movement. She looks like a dream spread across my Harley.

Like she was meant for this.

Like there is such a thing as fate.

I’m not stupid enough to think that’s true, but I’ll throw every penny I find into every ridiculous water fountain and cross my scarred fingers if I get to keep her.