Their Vicious Darling (Vicious Lost Boys #3)

PETER PAN

Watching Darling get fucked is my new favorite thing.

Her mouth pops open as Vane shoves inside of her and fills her up, his balls sitting snuggly against her pussy.

Fuck is she a delight.

My shadow uncurls and pulses at my sternum and I am flush with power. The feeling that I can take what I want and do what I want and nothing can touch me is consuming.

I drop into the couch and take my cock in hand, easing into my own pleasure as I watch them enjoy theirs.

They are two of the most important people on this island and I need to know that Vane can handle having her.

I need to know that I can have them both in my life and not worry about one killing the other.

The fact that Darling could ignore the Death Shadow’s terror is a good sign.

The best outcome.

Darling moans as Vane punishes her pussy, the thick underside of his shaft thrusting into her, soaking wet with her pleasure. His fingers are creating divots in the flesh of her hips, he’s gripping her so hard, shoving her down on him.

She’s spread wide for me so I can watch.

He knows what I like.

Darling bouncing on his cock might rival renaissance art in its beauty.

My dick is throbbing in my hand, pre-cum glistening at the slit.

Pressure is building in my head turning me fucking mindless for release.

“Oh fuck, Vane,” she says, her voice high-pitched and thin.

I cross the room. Vane winds a chunk of Darling’s hair around his fist and yanks her head back.

“Take him, Win. Make the king come down your throat.”

She pops her lips open for me, so fucking eager.

I push inside of her wet mouth. Her cheeks hollow around me.

“Fucking hell, Darling,” I say.

Vane tightens his hold on her hair and uses it to drive her up and down on me as she balances her hands on his thighs.

She chokes.

I keep going.

She moans around me and then slides her fingers over her clit.

Vane lets go of her hair to capture both her wrists behind her back.

She makes an adorable little frown as she bobs on my cock.

“Not your turn, Darling,” I tell her as the pressure comes to a head. “You only get to come when we tell you to come.”

Which won’t be long at all.

I can’t hold out.

I don’t want to.

The building in my gut and the pressure in my cock is too much to bear.

I thrust deeper and spill down her throat with a loud groan.

Tears spill over her eyelids as she gazes up at me.

Another spurt and my cock throbs on the flat of her tongue.

My shadow writhes beneath my skin, satisfied and spent.

When I pull out of her mouth, I take her by the chin. “Let me see, Darling.”

She sticks out her tongue. There’s just a slight sheen of cum there. She swallowed the rest. “Good girl.”

“I know what I’m doing,” she says as the tears stream down her face. I wipe one of them away and then sink to the floor.

“Now be a good girl and come sit on my face.”