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I felt dizzy as he unloaded hot cum into me, growling as his fingers dug into my trapped body, forcing all that release deep inside me.
“Fucking hell, your cunt feels so good.”
My knees trembled as my body sagged onto the scratchy roof again.
But Gabriel wasn’t done.
He was never done. Fucking inexhaustible fountain of cum, he was barely soft before he was thrusting in and out of me again, the sound of our releases sloppy and wet.
“No—no,” I whimpered weakly.
But for as much cum as escaped with each thrust of his hips, he’d add more.
“Gabriel—it’s too much—” I whimpered.
“Say my name again,” he ordered, and I felt his balls draw up, felt the precum drip down my clit, unholy mixture of our releases soaking my pants, spraying up to my belly button.
Suddenly, there was a crack underneath me as I tried twisting away in panic, and then as Gabriel thrust roughly into me the wood split in a long, jagged tear.
We both fell through the roof, me shrieking like a banshee as we landed in the hayloft, sending a huge cloud of dust into the air.
I struggled to my knees, scrambling away from him as cum ran down my leg.
“Leave me alone!” I cried, my fingers searching desperately for the ladder down.
They closed on something unfamiliar, something bony, with a slick viscous goo.
“What the?—?”
The dust cleared and I saw what I was holding in my hand.
It was a shin bone.
Because there was a wet skeleton lying there in the dusty corner of the barn.
CHAPTER 9
Iblacked out with screaming, but Gabriel wasn’t going to stop fucking me for anything, and I woke up to him yanking me back under him.
“I’m not done yet.”
“But—but—” I cried as he forced me down over his dick, his fingers tipping up my throat so he could kiss a hateful line of depravity down my flesh.
“It’s a skeleton!”
But he only bit down harder, his tongue flicking over the bite to make it sting more.
“Well, it’s not going anywhere.”
Gabriel finished inside me for a third time as I screamed bloody murder.
As he finally pulled out, he slapped a big hand on my sore pussy lips, forcing the cum that was sliding out of me back in.
“We’re not going anywhere until I’m sure you’re getting pregnant.”
I moaned, wiping the hand that had touched the juicy skeleton on the straw.
“All right, what’s the problem?”