Rudimentary Distortion – Rythm And Tempo Read Online Mila Crawford

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Dark, Novella Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 34054 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 170(@200wpm)___ 136(@250wpm)___ 114(@300wpm)
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“Jesus, do they have nothing to do but wait around for you like pathetic puppies?”

“You sound jealous, Tinkerbell.” I place a kiss at the top of her head.

Billie grabs the back of my neck, digging her nails in like a wild animal. “I have never been and will never be envious of a bunch of fucking hangers on.”

“Okay, baby. Smile for the cameras.” I hold her up to the crowd, pussy on full display as my cock moves in and out of her ass. “Wonder how many porn sites you’ll be on, pretty girl.”

11

Billie

The flash of the cameras is so blinding that it dulls the roar of the crowd below us. I should be furious with Cain for this stunt, but the high it provides is the best thing I’ve ever experienced. My hand moves to my mask-covered face, finally understanding why the guys wear them. With the mask, you’re an invisible presence that can’t be ignored.

“You’re not leaving me out,” Lars says as he grabs my waist. He lines his dick by my entrance and slams into my pussy. “Fuck, I missed this.”

This was their favorite position. They’d fuck me like this for hours, leaving me sore and satisfied. The first time I got fucked up the ass was by Lars. He was on the sofa, watching me ride Cain.

The flash of a camera.

My head turned, and I saw Lars with a shit-eating grin, holding his cell phone. “What are you doing?”

“Getting some visuals for the spank bank,” he said, taking another photo.

“Delete that off your phone this instant.”

Lars laughed and took another picture. “You look ridiculous, acting all prissy while riding Cain like a cowgirl with those bite marks on your tits.”

“Fuck you,” I hissed.

Lars disappeared into the small makeshift kitchen Cain had set up in the shack, returning with a stick of butter. He stepped behind me and shoved my face toward Cain’s chest. A cold, slick substance rubbed my ass—the butter. Then one finger, followed by a second, invaded me.

Lars bent and whispered in my ear, “I’d rather fuck you, slut.”

It hurt. I’d never had a dick in my ass before, but I’d always enjoyed a finger or two. But everything these two men did to me opened my world to bliss. Lars went in slowly, making sure I adjusted before he increased his rhythm, his thrusts flowing with Cain’s. They used my body to create a song only they could hear in their minds.

The sensation of fullness was transcendent. I’d never experienced something that ignited all my nerve endings so intensely.

“Look at you, Billie Goat, stuffed full like a good slut. Pretty rich girl getting fucked by the dirty boys from the wrong side of the tracks. What would Mommy and Daddy think about their little princess being nothing but a classless whore, begging to feel full?”

With every word Lars spoke, my excitement accelerated until my body shook. I came so hard that I thought the world had ended and I’d landed on the doorstep of paradise.

“That’s it, Tinkerbell. Drench us with everything you’ve got,” Cain groaned.

As soon as I came, the guys bounced me between them. Their hands, pinching. Their mouths on my flesh. Teeth digging. Placing their marks on my body. Each movement a tactile demonstration that cemented the rest of my life—I would belong to no one but them. Clear displays establishing that no one would maneuver my body like they did. Lars and Cain touched me in ways I didn’t know I wanted until they unlocked the secrets only they understood.

Cain grasped my neck. His fingers pressed into my throat, limiting my ability to breathe. His grip added another dimension, increasing the pleasure. A thrill of danger spiraled through me. A part of me I’d hidden my whole life was released.

There was something powerful about all my dark desires being accepted and celebrated. Lars and Cain did that for me. They saw every part of me and helped me unleash it, demonstrating that nothing in or about me should bring me shame.

With a groan, both my loves unleashed in me, leaving a trace of themselves behind.

Lars pulled out of me first. He rose and stood behind me. Cain lifted me off him slowly, and he got up.

“Bend over, Billie,” Lars said.

I laid my hands flat on the floor and got on all fours.

Lars moved behind me. “Spread your legs.”

I did as he said, parting my legs, giving him a clear view of my pussy and asshole.

A click of the camera.

“Perfect, Billie Goat,” Lars said. “Now push out all the cum. I want a snap of it dripping out of your holes. A reminder that my girl is the perfect fucking cock loving whore.”

There I was on all fours pushing out their cum, having it drip on the floor, and I felt freer than I ever had in my life. There were no expectations of me, no requirement to present as conventionally desirable.



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