Page 110 of Revenge Saints

She holds her breath, and I push in, slow, inch by inch.

Her body tightens, both of us stretching her wide, filling her.

She gasps, writhes, and I grip her hips harder.

Fuck.

So tight.

So perfect.

We move. Dante inside her pussy, me in her ass, both of us pressing in, pulling out. Her body trembles between us.

“This is too much,” she whimpers, but her hips never stop, grinding against us like she needs this as much as we do.

I fist her hair, pulling her back into an arch, and my cock sinks deeper into her ass.

Dante leans in, grabs her breast, sucking hard and biting down.

“You were a bad fucking girl for running away,” I growl, yanking her hair harder until she hisses.

“Now I need to punish you, pet.”

I raise my hand and slap her ass, hard.

The mark rises instantly. She cries out.

“Fuck, she’s clenching so hard,” Dante groans, eyes squeezed shut, jaw tight as he fights not to come.

“You like being punished, don’t you?” Another slap. Another pull of her hair.

Her body jerks with every thrust, her ass swallowing my cock like it’s starved.

I can feel every ridge of my piercing scraping her tight little hole. Feel Dante moving inside her cunt, the rhythm of our bodies using her, taking her.

She’s soaked in sweat. Neck shining, mouth parted, moaning louder now so close to the edge she’s fucking trembling.

“Dante,” I grit, eyes locked on her, “let’s teach our girl what happens when she runs.”

I twist her hair tighter. He grips her throat, firmly but not enough to block her breath yet.

I slam into her, fast and brutal, her ass unable to close around me between thrusts.

She screams my name.

Dante tightens his hold.

“The next time…”

Thrust. Slap.

“You fucking run…”

Thrust. Slap.

“I’ll tie you…”

Thrust. Slap.