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His hands spread my knees, and the moment they were open, he was between them.

He was in his tactical alb gear while I was just in my PJs, barely hiding much. My shorts were so small my ass hung out, but Beck was drooling so…

His teeth bit into my flesh, and I moaned at the pain.

“Naughty, little Psalmy. You want my cock? You want my mouth on that cunt?”

“Yes,” I said breathlessly, hands touching his chest. How was he so calm? My pussy was dripping, and I could barely even think straight with his body so close to mine.

Nero’s body dropped between my legs. “As you wish.”

“What?” I swallowed, watching as he pulled my hips to the edge of the chair and pushed aside my shorts.

“Forgive me, Father,” Nero said in a groan. “You’re soaking wet for me.”

“Fuck,” I muttered. I wasn’t exactly sure why I was so wet, but I was. The chair was starting to feel like a puddle.

Nero leaned in, and I wanted to sob. His dark eyes met mine as his split tongue ran from his mouth. It raked through my folds and had me moaning out. His mouth covered me, two tongues playing with my clit. They moved differently, making my body jolt from the pleasure.

My fingers entangled in his hair as my eyes closed. My thighs shook as they tried to close around his head.

He growled, teeth grazing my clit.

“Fuck!” I hissed. The pain made me want to burst right here so quickly.

His strong hands wrapped around my inner thighs and pushed my thighs open.

My hips gained control, rolling right against his face. I cried out, holding his mouth to me.

He moaned, and one of his hands dropped. A zipper filled my ear, and I trembled. He was jerking himself off.

Then one side of his tongue dipped into me and ran through my folds.

“Please, Nero! Nero!” I cried, head throwing back. It was overwhelming. The pleasure built until my breath was heaving, and I was unable to think or speak.

My body gave in, bursting right against his face with a loud cry of his name. My hips rolled until I felt like I was coming down.

He pulled back, tongue running over his wet lips. Slowly he stood, towering over me. His pale cock was out, and it was pierced, just the head, though. His dick curved a bit towards him, and I moaned. With a curved dick and that piercing, he was going to be able to hit my g-spot.

“Suck,” he ordered, hand running over his abnormally long cock. I saw why he was always so cocky. I would be too, if my dick was that big.

I leaned in, eyes locked with him. My tongue ran right over his tip, lapping up his precum. I moaned when I tasted him, and right before I could take all of him, a bang had me jolting up from the couch.

Awake and back at Kier’s house.

“Osiris!” Kier’s voice boomed through the house.

I looked at the front door and saw Kier standing in the doorway, blood on him.

“Oh my god,” I went to stand.

“Not right now,” Kier snapped, moving through the kitchen and grabbing a bag under the sink.

“What do you mean?” I snapped as heavy footsteps filled the air. I moved to meet Kier right before the door. “Are you bleeding?”

“Not my blood,” he answered, dark eyes not meeting mine.

“What’s going on, Kier?”