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I feel her tightens around my fingers, I can see her eyes rolling back, I feel her hips rubbing against my palm and thrusting with my fingers.

She is coming, rapidly.

A wick smirk touches my lips.

“Go on, little troublemaker, come on my fingers.”

I thrust into her mouth, my rhythm beginning to falter as I feel a knot coming at the base of my spine.

God damn, she feels too fucking good.

“Let me feel you lose, while you’re chocking on my cock”

Riven’s back arch off the couch suddenly, a sharp, pained curve, her muscles locking rigid.

There is no sound, she can’t, her mouth is too full of me, her breath stolen by the thick pierced intrusion.

The only evidence of her orgasm is the violent, rhythmic clenching of her pussy around my fingers, a desperate, pulsing vice that seems to go on and on.

I can’t hold it anymore, the sight of her surrendering to the pleasure I give her, her face flushed, body trembling, her cum spreading on my fingers is my fucking undoing.

Fuck.

I hate it.

I hate her.

I pull my fingers from her with a wet sound, and bring them to my mouth without breaking eye contact.

I suck her taste from my skin, my tongue sliding over my knuckles before flying back to her hair.

I thrust again, brutal and pure raw need.

“Swallow it.” I rasp, my voice ragged, broken. “Take it all. You came for me, now fucking take me.”

With a final, deep shuddering thrust, I bury myself deep to the hilt as I spill my cum down her throat with a deep, guttural groan from my chest.

Thick, hot pulses of my release floods her mouth.

I grind my hips against her lips, emptying myself completely before pulling out slowly, hissing at the sensation, my cock glistening and slick from her mouth.

I look down at her, her lips swollen, her face a mess of tears and resentment.

I can’t even think.

I reach out, my thumb wiping a stray drop of my cum from her chin, then pushing it back past her lips.

“Good girl,” I rasp, my voice hoarse “Now you can kill me.”

CHAPTER 32

Riven

So Far So Fake - Pierce the Veil

My breathing is ragged.

I can’t get my heart, my pussy, or even my own mind to fucking obey me.