the tip of
his cock.
Jessica .
“Ah God,” he
whispered.
The scene on the
couch faded with her collapsed and staring with glazed eyes, the spiteful smile
plastered on her lips.
“Bastards,” Mike
breathed the word, partially lost in the feel of Lisa’s mouth.
“Wait, there’s
more.”
He shot a glare in
Ty’s direction and then returned his attention to the screen as the picture
faded up with Jessica tied to the bed.
“Ah God!” Mike
gripped the arms of the chair, his desire now swarming with envy and anger.
Ty leaned over. “Nectar
of the gods, I swear,” he whispered as the screen showed his face buried in her
pussy. “I lost count at how many times she came.”
Mike sent a
sideways glare in his direction and returned his attention to the screen,
Jessica cried “NO!” but he saw the rush of liquid gold line her pussy. He saw
Ty’s tongue dip deep within her tasting, torturing, teasing her and she
responded again and again.
His cock throbbed,
pulsing in Lisa’s mouth, dripping like Jessica dripped on screen. “Ah, God,
Jess!” He arched, trembling with the power of the release. Lisa swallowed the
torrent he shot down her throat and kept sucking, stroking him with her mouth. Mike
groaned, feeling the blood fill his vessel again, painful so soon after the
explosive orgasm. He couldn’t push her away and he couldn’t speak, he just
stared at the screen, at Jessica climaxing over and over and over again at the
hands of the bastard next to him.
“She was so wet,”
Ty said when the video showed his fingers slipping into her.
“Son of a bitch,”
Mike growled, he was hard and throbbing again. “Son of a BITCH!” Mike couldn’t
help it, he spewed his load a second time with a groan and the screen faded to
black.
“Good job, Lisa.”
Ty led her out of the room.
He returned and
smiled at Mike.
“You really are a
sick son of a bitch.”
Ty crouched in
front of Mike still smiling. “I’m wondering how good she’ll be when she finally
does beg.”
Mike struggled to
break out of the bonds. He wanted to strangle the life out of Ty.
“Did she ever beg
for you?”
A shadow passed
over Mike’s face. “I never had her, you son of a bitch.”
Ty laughed. “Poor
bastard,” he said and got up to leave. He folded the chair, ejected the DVD and
walked out.
“Let me out you
coward! I swear if I ever get my hands on you, I’m going to rip you to pieces!”
Chapter 11
The pain of his
penetration woke her and her eyes flew wide. The dark sinister man from the
prior night slammed his hips into hers, raping her without regard. She pushed
against his chest, the cobwebs of sleep clearing as if a hurricane gale blew
them away.
“No,” she
screamed, but this time, her voice was not filled with the same hesitant
trepidation as it was earlier when Ty was doing his grand seduction, this cry
was filled with pain and terror.
She slapped his
face and he pinned her arms, riding her hard, tearing her with each sadistic
thrust. She tried to buck him off, but didn’t have the strength. Finally giving
up all fight, she turned her head and closed her eyes while he did his thing.
“C’mon bitch, you
liked it last night,” he growled and drove into her over and over and over. He
released her wrists and grabbed her neck, restricting her airway, riding her
relentlessly.
Oh my god, he’s
going to kill me! His dark angry eyes glared as she flailed, scratching at
his hands, trying to loosen his grip, gasping for air, the slight pathway he
left not enough to sustain her. The room began to spin, her efforts weakening
as his thrusts became more violent, he arched, groaning and squeezing a
fraction tighter as he came.
His shudders
seemed distant and when he peeled his hands from her throat, a great intake of
air filled her burning lungs and she gasped between each painful cough.
He glared at her
and stood, zipping his pants. “If you breathe a word of this to him, I will
kill you.” Then he was
his cock.
Jessica .
“Ah God,” he
whispered.
The scene on the
couch faded with her collapsed and staring with glazed eyes, the spiteful smile
plastered on her lips.
“Bastards,” Mike
breathed the word, partially lost in the feel of Lisa’s mouth.
“Wait, there’s
more.”
He shot a glare in
Ty’s direction and then returned his attention to the screen as the picture
faded up with Jessica tied to the bed.
“Ah God!” Mike
gripped the arms of the chair, his desire now swarming with envy and anger.
Ty leaned over. “Nectar
of the gods, I swear,” he whispered as the screen showed his face buried in her
pussy. “I lost count at how many times she came.”
Mike sent a
sideways glare in his direction and returned his attention to the screen,
Jessica cried “NO!” but he saw the rush of liquid gold line her pussy. He saw
Ty’s tongue dip deep within her tasting, torturing, teasing her and she
responded again and again.
His cock throbbed,
pulsing in Lisa’s mouth, dripping like Jessica dripped on screen. “Ah, God,
Jess!” He arched, trembling with the power of the release. Lisa swallowed the
torrent he shot down her throat and kept sucking, stroking him with her mouth. Mike
groaned, feeling the blood fill his vessel again, painful so soon after the
explosive orgasm. He couldn’t push her away and he couldn’t speak, he just
stared at the screen, at Jessica climaxing over and over and over again at the
hands of the bastard next to him.
“She was so wet,”
Ty said when the video showed his fingers slipping into her.
“Son of a bitch,”
Mike growled, he was hard and throbbing again. “Son of a BITCH!” Mike couldn’t
help it, he spewed his load a second time with a groan and the screen faded to
black.
“Good job, Lisa.”
Ty led her out of the room.
He returned and
smiled at Mike.
“You really are a
sick son of a bitch.”
Ty crouched in
front of Mike still smiling. “I’m wondering how good she’ll be when she finally
does beg.”
Mike struggled to
break out of the bonds. He wanted to strangle the life out of Ty.
“Did she ever beg
for you?”
A shadow passed
over Mike’s face. “I never had her, you son of a bitch.”
Ty laughed. “Poor
bastard,” he said and got up to leave. He folded the chair, ejected the DVD and
walked out.
“Let me out you
coward! I swear if I ever get my hands on you, I’m going to rip you to pieces!”
Chapter 11
The pain of his
penetration woke her and her eyes flew wide. The dark sinister man from the
prior night slammed his hips into hers, raping her without regard. She pushed
against his chest, the cobwebs of sleep clearing as if a hurricane gale blew
them away.
“No,” she
screamed, but this time, her voice was not filled with the same hesitant
trepidation as it was earlier when Ty was doing his grand seduction, this cry
was filled with pain and terror.
She slapped his
face and he pinned her arms, riding her hard, tearing her with each sadistic
thrust. She tried to buck him off, but didn’t have the strength. Finally giving
up all fight, she turned her head and closed her eyes while he did his thing.
“C’mon bitch, you
liked it last night,” he growled and drove into her over and over and over. He
released her wrists and grabbed her neck, restricting her airway, riding her
relentlessly.
Oh my god, he’s
going to kill me! His dark angry eyes glared as she flailed, scratching at
his hands, trying to loosen his grip, gasping for air, the slight pathway he
left not enough to sustain her. The room began to spin, her efforts weakening
as his thrusts became more violent, he arched, groaning and squeezing a
fraction tighter as he came.
His shudders
seemed distant and when he peeled his hands from her throat, a great intake of
air filled her burning lungs and she gasped between each painful cough.
He glared at her
and stood, zipping his pants. “If you breathe a word of this to him, I will
kill you.” Then he was
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