8. Cain

8

Cain

“So responsive,” I murmur as I take a haul from my joint and remove my fingers from her soaked cunt.

Billie’s leg hooks around me, desperate for my tongue on her greedy cunt. I chuckle, bending to blow the smoke into her pussy before inhaling it back into my lungs. I allow her to squirm a little before I thrust three fingers into her pussy again and latch onto her clit with my teeth. Billie isn’t like other girls. She never wanted me to make love to her or show her kindness. She wanted pain. Together, we numbed our pain through sex and violence.

Billie’s hips buck as I fingerfuck her, pressing her G-spot. I hope she gushes like she used to. She drenched my face, and I loved it. I maintain the pressure as her legs shake. Her hips move with my hands as if she can’t decide if she wants more or for it to end.

I lick her clit, adding another layer of sensation before moving my hand, allowing her to drench me. Fuck. I lock my mouth on her cunt as she shoots on my face, letting her pour every drop directly into my mouth, filling it to the brim.

I get up and yank Lars off her by his hair. Billie looks shocked, and Lars is pissed, but I don’t care. She opens her mouth when I slap her with my cock, but instead of slipping my dick between her lips, I bend and spit her cum into her mouth.

“Gargle it. I want you to savor the flavor only I can get out of you. We’re going to fuck you so hard tonight. Stretch you wide and fuck every hole you have until you can’t walk for days. Ten years, Billie. That’s a long time to make up for.”

Lars kneels in front of me and takes my cock in his mouth. His gaze is fixed on Billie, legs spread, pussy on display, and mouth open as she gurgles.

“That’s it, Tinkerbell. Such a good girl, taking our directions so well. Don’t swallow until you’re told.”

My hand snakes around Lars’ throat, guiding him on my cock as we gaze at our girl. Billie’s hands roam her body, one groping her tit while the other lands on her sexy cunt. Her fingers glide between her pussy, and she hisses as they brush her clit.

“You missed those bites, didn’t you?” I growl.

Billie answers by circling her finger vigorously over her clit. Fuck, she’s more of a freak than she was ten years ago. Back then, when I bit her clit, it would be too sore for her to touch, and I bit her far harder today. But now she’s so desperate for more that it has me coming in Lars’ mouth like a fucking twelve-year-old.

Lars pulls off me and looks up. A small amount of cum trickles from his mouth and stains the black balaclava mask.

I smile at him. “Twist her nipples so hard she’ll think they’ll rip right off while you spit it all into her mouth.”

Billie visibly shivers as Lars walks up to her. I can’t help wondering if she’s deprived herself of what she needs all these years. The way her body comes alive sure makes me think she has. Or maybe no one has been able to provide for her in the right way.

Lars grips her nipples, pinching and tugging so hard that her torso lifts from the sofa. She slides three fingers into her pussy as her other hand works her clit, letting me know how much my girl is enjoying herself.

“Hold it in your mouth, Billie. Remember what happens when you don’t,” I say.

Lars pulls back and groans as we stare at our girl. She desperately tries to hold the fluid in her mouth, but some trickles from the side and drips onto her tits.

My eyes meet Lars’. “Clean it up.”

He bends to her nipples, taking one into his mouth. Billie screams, and the gurgling amplifies.

Lars lifts his head and passes the cum to her. “Welcome home, Billie Goat.”