Page 39 of The Naughty Week

It’s fucking beautiful.

Fucking, cleaning, biting. It’s a whirlwind. Teeth, cock and fingers as Heath manoeuvres me at his whim and invades my pussy all the way to the knuckles.

“Suck your boyfriend as I come,” Heath says, and again, I do as instructed without hesitation.

I take Josh’s veined cock in my mouth, working him as best I can while Heath ravages his asshole.

I’m so proud of myself when they come in sync.

So proud as I swallow every last spurt of my boyfriend’s hot cum.

I collapse on the floor, running my fingers over my love bites as I revel in the aftermath.

But it’s not over yet. That’s clear in both of the guys’ dirty smiles as they look at me.

“Your ass next,Polly Anna,” Heath says, and I grin with horny glee.

I raise my knees to my bruising tits gladly.

“Bite her,” Heath says, working his cock again.

I groan like the slut I truly am when Josh bites down on my pussy.

And I moan for more when his teeth land on my clit.

“Harder,” Heath says, and fuck, it takes my all not to scream as Josh obeys, biting down hard and sucking.

My whole body is burning, buzzing – subspace here I come.

“I’m ready,” Heath says. “Hold her legs back.”

Josh gives my sore clit a flick with his piercing before doing what Heath says.

“Ready for your fate, sweet curva?”

The Count’s cock is rock hard, barbells glinting slick as he slips the devil mask back on and lines up his fat cock head at my asshole.

“Take me,” is all I can say.

Myfatebelongs to the Count tonight.

Just like I always dreamt of.

CHAPTERTEN

Good job last night’s proposal was pretty early on this week, since these love bites are going to take a fair few days to disappear. I’m like a splotched canvas, covered in purple bruises and the unmistakable imprints of teeth marks, and I can’t help but poking the wounds as a reminder of just how painful they are.

I don’t call myself a pain slut for nothing, after all.

I really didn’t expect Josh to be a splotched canvas too after last night’s escapades, but it suits him. Everything always does.

I could get used to living like this – holed up in a sunny villa with an icon, playing filthy games every night and regaling in fun, food and hours full of chatter every day. I’m loving every single minute of it.

I’m grinning all the way through breakfast, happy with the joys of the world as I cast glances my wounded boyfriend’s way. He’s playful as he smiles back at me. We’re definitely both feeling the vibe.

“At least you can’t say you’re the only one who got a night with the infamousCount,” he says. “I got caught in the crossfire.”

“You hardly pissed on my parade.” My grin gets brighter. “It was brilliant. Absolutely amazing.”