Page 27 of Eternal Pieces
“Maddox,” she moans. Her fingers curling into my hair.
I hear the snap of a bottle opening, and a few minutes later, Violet is whining out. “Slow down!”
She’s thrust upward and almost comes off my cock completely. Once she sinks back down I can feel Max’s dick inside her ass, stretching her walls, making her pussy squeeze me tighter.
“You. Can. Take. It.” He thrusts hard with each word. Violet cries out like she’s in pain. She probably is from the rough way he’s taking her, but I see the way her eyes roll back and her tongue hangs out of her mouth as she loses control.
“She’s loving it.”
Max smirks to himself and goes harder. He braces his arms on the back of the couch on either side of my head, forcing Vi’s body forward and pressing her breasts into my face, suffocating me.
Fuck me, what a beautiful way to die.
I take full advantage of the position and bite down on her nipple.
“I’m going to—” She cuts off with a stuttered gasp.
“Look at that.”
I manage to come up for air as Max pins her to him by her throat.
“The poor thing can’t even speak,” Max mocks.
Her mouth gapes in silent pleas. I rub my thumb over her lips. “That doesn’t matter. All she wants is to be fucked.”
Her pussy tightens and she comes around us both. I bury my face between her breasts as I whimper through my orgasm. The attitude quickly sucked out of me by her pussy.
Max gives her a few more sharp thrusts before he follows, coming in her ass. Violet collapses forward onto my chest, and I feel come dripping out of her onto my lap when Max pulls out. He falls onto the couch next to us, a happy-sated smile on his face.
“That’s our good girl.”
I feel her cheek lifting against my chest, and I can picture the serene smile that will be on her face.
Our perfect girl.
“You awake?” Max quietly asks in the darkness. Violet is fast asleep between us in the bed. I’ve been awake since I carried her limp, well-fucked body in here earlier this evening.
“Yeah.”
“I’ve been thinking…”
“That’s dangerous,” I joke, and he sighs. “Sorry, what were you thinking?”
I don’t know why I always have to play the joker; it’s just a defense mechanism hardwired into my DNA at this point.
“You should be the one to marry her.”
For a second, I think I’ve misheard him. I sit up, and Violet murmurs in her sleep, but doesn’t wake.
“You’re going to have to say that again.”
I see the dark shape of Max rising in the bed.
There’s a quiet moment before he says, “I’m serious. You should marry Violet.”
The sincerity of his statement hangs in the air. But I can’t accept it so easily.
“Why?” I keep my voice soft so I don’t disturb Vi.
