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Billy’s teeth sink into my bottom lip, his free hand splaying over my lower belly, his middle finger finding my clit. I jerk forward, jolting in his hold, but he keeps his grip firm, holding me back into him, his muscles rippling and rolling beneath his tight, dark skin. He kisses me like he’s trying to eat his way inside of me, long, luscious licks of his tongue over mine, his lips suckling at my jaw, my cheek, neck.

A second finger joins the first, his hand dropping lower, thumb replacing his finger on my clit, his fingers slide lower. I can feel my orgasm building, a pressure in my temples, eyes squeezed tight, I can’t even kiss Billy back. My entire body locking up tight in preparation to come. He rubs the rough pad of his thumb over my swollen clit in one hard flick, one of his fingers pushing inside of me alongside his cock, stretching me too much, too fast, and I’m coming.

Stars explode behind my eyelids, the crown of my head colliding with the centre of his chest as I throw it back. A suppressed groan ripping through my barred teeth, his own sinking into my neck. A violent growl tears its way up his throat like he’s releasing a demon, his cock throbbing inside of my slick heat, filling me with his cum. My chest heaves as he flexes his hips slowly. Short, sharp, little nudges into me as his cock finishes filling me.

I keep my eyes closed, my head against his chest. And then he’s unravelling my rope of hair from his fist, letting it fall down, around my shoulders. His arm barring across my bare chest, he holds me close, his breath on the top of my head, blowing loose hairs around my face. I don’t move, ears buzzing, unhearing of anyone around us now.

“Open your mouth, Little Lamb,” he hushes against the abused skin of my throat, his tongue lapping over the pain he inflicted. “Take this in and swallow it down. Don’t chew.”

Immediately, my eyes fly open, his arm tightening, hand over my cunt flattening me further into him, his cock still twitching inside of me. A hooded man is crouched before me, towering over us and I shrink back into Billy, but he is immovable, a solid statue at my spine. I swallow hard, my mouth dry, when he kisses behind my ear.

“Last part, Nellie,” he breathes, “I’m doing it too. Close your eyes.”

And I do.

My eyes close, my lips part, tongue out, my head rests back against the boy I have always loved. And a small metallic chunk is placed upon my tongue, a knuckle tapping, just once, beneath my chin. I close my mouth, immediately wanting to heave, my entire body flinches with the force of it. The gag caught in the back of my throat, Billy’s hand closes over my mouth, thumb and finger pinching my nose.

“Swallow,”he growls, gulping as he speaks, ordering me.

My entire body convulses, my lungs burning without air, his pinch on my nose painful. He only holds me tighter, harder, his arm barring my chest is crushing now, my body thrashing as much as it can in his firm hold.

And then I swallow.

A piece of the sacrifice.

His hand dropping from my face, palming my throat, fingers stroking.

“Such a good girl,” he whispers viciously, triumphantly.

Everything inside of me wanting to rebel against his words, but I can’t.

Submissive.

I am lovesick.

He swallows hard, his lips against the shell of my ear.

“We can go home now, Little Lamb.”