Page 26 of Vile Bastards
I’d moan if I didn’t have Widow’s fat cock stuffed in my mouth. My fingers clench and release around the base of him as I suck hard, drawing back and pushing forward to meet my own fist. It’s only my second time giving head, and it’s Widow’s first time receiving it, but you’d think we were a well-established couple.
He keeps a firm grip on my hair, encouraging me to move at a slow pace. Good thing he likes a steady, chill rhythm because he’s too deep for me to go much faster. I have to truly relax my jaw and throat to take him in this far.
I can see him looking down at me, but his eyes are shadowed in the gloom, turning him into this beautiful nightmare with a tight fist in my hair, and deep, ragged breaths. That’s right: he’s a screamer. There wasn’t much time between our first and second fuck and my almost dying, so I’d nearly forgotten about that.
Bohnes presses something warm and slick against my ass, and I nearly choke, sucking hard on Widow’s dick in place of a surprised gasp. He bucks his hips up against my face, pushing hard on my head as Bohnes slides a wet finger into my rear opening.
“Oh, I like that,” he whispers, a hulking nightmare wrapped inside of me. “I can feel my own dick.” He works that finger in and out with purposeful slowness but doesn’t stop pumping his hips.
I move to draw back from Widow’s cock, so that I can lick and tease the tip, but he pushes me down until my lips are hitting my fist again. I can feel his strong thighs quivering, squeezing my body as I lean between them. My free hand grips his bare ass, fingernails digging into his skin.
Widow pushes down on my head one last time, and then his hips are slamming into my face and he’s coming so furiously that I rake my nails down his thigh to help ground him. He’s cursing under his breath, so much so that he actually uses his free hand to grab his shirt and lift it up over his mouth so he can stuff it in like a gag.
His hot releases jets across the back of my tongue and into my throat, and I swallow vigorously as Bohnes pummels me, the sound of our bodies smacking together so loud that I worry someone might hear.
Also, I really don’t give a shit.
I want to feel alive; I want my body to be lit up the way it is; I want to feel everything.
I slide my mouth from Widow’s cock, but then Bohnes is fucking even harder, so I grip Widow around the waist, letting my cheek rest on his upper thigh as I’m thrust forward and back, forward and back.
Widow’s fingers dig into my hair, stroking and massaging as he pants above me. His body is still quivering, and I love the feel of his legs on either side of me, trapping me in place.
Bohnes introduces a second finger to my ass, and the feeling of fullness is so overwhelming, I wonder if I might come a second time before he even finishes his first. The asshole manages to surprise me by pulling out suddenly, and I whip a violent glare around on him.
“Put it back in,” I grind out, and he grins maniacally back at me, slipping a condom from his pocket and holding it up. I raise a brow at that, but then I see where he’s going with this. “Kellin …”
“I’ll only hurt you as much as you want to be hurt. Don’t fret, my darkest darling.” He opens the package, and then slips the pre-lubed ring down his shaft, moving back into place and probing at my ass with his thick tip. I’m still looking over my shoulder, Widow’s hands playing in my hair, when he pushes in. It’s slow at first, and my breath catches; I can’t breathe for the tight stretch of him.
But then he’s in far enough that, with the lube, he slips in fully and we’re pressed tight together again. I turn back toward Widow, and then I bite him hard on the inner thigh, and he’s snarling curses around his t-shirt gag.
Because he’s just that good, I guess, Bohnes adjusts the angle of my hips, pushing down on my lower back with a palm and putting me in such a position that his balls slap my cunt with each thrust.
The pleasure begins to build again, but it’s deeper, a tightness in my belly that threatens to come uncoiled and take over every part of me. I suck and lick and bite Widow’s skin, enjoying the taste of him and the way his fingers clench in my hair when I get a spot he likes.
