Page 52 of Sinful Lord

A third finger comes next. Slowly, those fingers form a fist.

I almost can’t process what I’m seeing.

“That’s too much…” I mutter. But that doesn’t stop Tytus.

Not that the woman wants him to stop.

His fist disappears inside of her. Somehow, his thick, tatted forearm starts to vanish too.

At this point, I’m just holding my breath. This is too much. How is she taking it all?

“Please…” the woman whines. “Fuck me with your cock. Fill me with your cum. Finish inside of me.”

“… Until you leak,” Tytus growls in response.

With a surprising amount of control, he unsheathes himself from her. I stare, utterly shocked, as her once tiny asshole is now a gaping, throbbing entrance.

I’m strangely transfixed by it until Tytus stands up, and the mattress lifts, finally free from his massive weight. That’s when my attention is turned back to him.

But this time, those silver-blue eyes don’t fill me with warmth. Not completely.

Instead, I whimper; less from arousal and more from fear.

There’s something so procedural about his movements, something so planned. It doesn’t matter how hot it all is, there’s a distinct lack of passion from his end.

Shit.

This is the man who’s been watching me. The man who’s been preparing me.

Now I know for what.

I gulp.

But before I can process it all any further, a sound rips my eyes from the laptop screen to my apartment door.

A knock.

Then, another. Even louder than the last.

Someone is here.

There’s no time to understand what’s happening. To guess who’s come for me. To fear it.

In the blink of an eye, the door splinters, then cracks, ripped off its hinges by some massive force.

All I can do is cover my eyes and scream.

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“You… You’re not hurt…” I stumble.

The scene I’ve barged into is like something from my dirty dreams.

Melina has jolted onto her feet so quickly that the skimpy nightgown she’s wearing is still swaying against the force. Her long pale thighs stretch out below, so delicious I have to swallow my desire.

At her feet, the dildo she just dropped spins on its side. It glistens under the warm light of her little apartment, covered in lube… and her juices.