Free Bone: A Dark Billionaire Romance (With bonus book Exhibit!) by Stella Noir, Aria Frost

Pre-cum continues to ooze out of a hole big enough for me to push my tongue into. I lean over, rub him against my lips and do just that.
    There are noises coming from her that sound like mild panic. Turned away, I could be forgiven for thinking there was a trapped animal in the room with us, wounded and near to death. It's amazing how close panic sounds to excitement. It's incredible the noises we make when we are on the edge of an orgasm.
    Christopher could ram himself into my throat, but he doesn't. He's careful with his movements, happy to let me take control. He tastes incredible. His finger in my pussy is unbelievable. I'm on the edge and we've only just begun.
    "It's time", Christopher says. "It's time for me to fuck her."
    I pull myself off his cock, making sure to give it a damn good suck, just in case I don't get the chance again. With his hand still wrapped around my pussy, he turns to look at me. I see fire in his eyes, like he's been possessed. It's frightening and compelling all at once. It's like looking into the eye of the storm, knowing that in doing so you'll never see anything else, ever again. It'll rip you apart. Tear you from limb to limb. Change you. The most beautiful things in the world always do.
    "Guide me", he commands, shuffling himself forwards, closer to her convulsing pussy. She has her eyes closed now. I like to think that if her arms weren't bound, one of them would be resting across her face, hiding them even further. I take Christopher's cock - his bone - and lead it towards her.
    It feels like I'm connecting two lives. It feels like I'm the catalyst for this, that I'm greater than the sum of my parts. I tease him and I think he likes it. I rub him into her clitoris, and then I place him at the edge of her pussy hole, holding him back momentarily against the desire, or need, he has to push himself inside.
    Then I let go, and I nearly come, watching him disappear inside her. She does her best to scream. I can tell she is tight, but Christopher is much more forceful. Any resistance he feels is quickly dealt with. I put one foot up on the bed and open myself up even further to him. As he stabs her with his swollen meat, I push my pussy down onto his hand, and feel two of his fingers drive themselves inside me.
    His fat balls slap against her ass-hole. A sheen of cum sticks to his shaft, while the pink skin of her pussy clings around his pole like a fish's mouth. Every so often I touch him, just to make sure he is real. I grab at his cock, and I make him fuck my closed fist on the way to her hole.
    I touch her too. I pull at her nipples, smack her ass and guide cum that drips down from her pussy hole into her tight little anus. With my finger fully inside her I can feel his cock. It encourages him too, because as soon as I've done it, he takes his fingers out of my pussy and jerks them up inside my ass-hole. It hurts a little. I'm tight like that, but I don't want him to stop. The pain just makes it better. I can tell that by the way he fucks her. I can tell by the way she pushes her pussy onto his cock, and the way she screams out for more.
    When he's pounded her pussy to his liking, and she's seconds away from coming, he pauses, pulls deliberately out of her hole and stands there regarding her, with his free hand on his hip, his head bent slightly to the side and his cock throbbing so much it's moving up and down all by itself. The only thing he doesn't stop moving is the fat finger that's jammed inside my ass-hole.
    "I'm going to fuck your ass-hole", he says. "Are you ready?"
    It takes me a moment to realize who the question is directed at. A moment more to realize the question isn't really a question at all.
    Christopher climbs off the bed. He moves in behind me, kicks my legs out and pushes me forwards.
    I feel a hand on my back slide across the curvature of my spine. I feel his cock prod me insistently.
    "Choke her", he says.
    My deep breathing is not an adequate response.
    "Put your hand