Payback: f*****g The Hockey Wolf Twins

Chapter Five

Isla

I turned slowly, my heart racing from desire and faced the wall. My hands came up, and I placed them against it, obediently obeying his instructions.

Azrael was so close. I could feel the heat radiating from his body to mine, the hard length of him as he leaned over me. His hand was still tangled in my hair, and he made a pleasing sound when I was done.

“If we're going to do this,” he said, "you'll have to give me everything. Do you understand that?”

“Yes,” I nodded. I could do that, just for tonight. Surrender all I was to him.

“Firstly, from now on, you'll only address me as sir, is that clear?”

“Yes sir,” I answered.

Azrael let out a low chuckle. “Good girl,” he praised.

My body flamed immediately at his words. I wanted to be a good girl. I wanted to be praised for who I was. All these time with Mason, and not once had he made my body come alive with just a simple phrase.

He pulled me by my hair, pressing my body completely against his. I closed my eyes, groaning as I felt his c**k against the back of my ass. He was…huge. Even through our clothes, I could feel just how hard he was. He started moving, grinding so slowly against my skin, even as his second hand wrapped itself around my neck, bending my head up to him.

“What a fool,” he said. “Only a fool would let a woman like you go.”

His hand left my neck and went down, grabbing my breasts through the material of my thin dress.

“Your breasts feel perfect in my hands,” he groaned, still grinding his d**k into me. “How could someone hurt you?”

“Oh f**k,” I moaned as he found my n****e. The pain from his hand in my hair was delicious. My panties were soaked badly, I could feel my wetness in my thighs. Azrael teased my n*****s, cursing whoever could hurt me as he tugged them, sending me into an overdrive.

I felt him pull the top of my gown down, and soon, the cold air in the room hit my pebbled n*****s. “f**k,” he groaned, his hips moving faster. “They look better than I imagined.”

He twisted my right n****e in-between his fingers. “So big,” he hissed. “So hard. I want to taste them, I want to taste every single inch of you. Would you like that?”

“Yes sir,” I cried out.

“You can tell me to stop anytime. I would walk away immediately.”

That sounded…amazing to hear. “Please don't stop sir,” I answered.

“I love hearing you say that,” he smiled against my neck. “Begging me, calling me sir. Your voice is so unique, it sounds like a nectar of the sweetest rose. Do you taste like that too?”

His lips went lower, kissing my shoulders sloppily. His hand finally leaves my hair, and immediately, I miss his touch. That hand goes lower though, and I gasp in shock, as he grabs my p***y from the front of the dress.

“Let me see how much you want this,” Azreal grunted. His hands moved up, finding my p***y hidden just by the thin lace of the g string I wore. “f**k you're soaked,” he laughed, pushing the material of my panties into my lips. “You're completely drenched for me, such a good slut.”

Oh f**k. I closed my eyes, my entire body shaking from pleasure. “You like that, you like being called a good slut?”

I loved it, I loved it. His thumb found my c**t, and slowly, he started circling it, even as his other hand was still playing my n****e like a pianist.

No wonder they called him a monster. Only gods were capable of this. I ground my hips back, pushing my p***y into his hands, wanting, crying, begging for more. More of this, more of that, I needed something only he could give.

“Such a good slut, a beautiful good girl. Accepting everything I do,” He continued praising me. “You want me to ruin you?”

“Yes sir,” I begged.

He stepped backwards, and immediately, my eyes flew open at the loss of contact. I heard my zipper go down and my gown fell down to my ankles. I stepped out of it quickly and pushed it away.

My face was hot. I was naked in a bathroom with him, only my panties and heels in, while he was still fully clothed. “Let's get rid of this.”

That was the only warning I got before my panties were being torn from my body. I stood in front of him, naked. My breasts were red from his assault, my p***y pulsating in his hand, and I had never felt more alive.

“Completely soaked,” he muttered darkly, tracing a finger between my p***y lips. “You're dripping for me, beautiful.”

I hissed, arching back into his finger. I wanted to feel him in me, to feel that hand —

Spank.

“Uh uh,” Azreal chuckled. “I'm in charge, remember?” My ass flamed, the sting of his palm coursing through me. No one had ever spanked me before. His hand landed again on my ass, and I grabbed the sink in shock, arching into his body.

“Such a dirty girl,” he said, his voice rougher. “Dripping wet, bent over, begging for me to run her. Begging me to f*****g destroy your p***y. You think you can take me?”

He doesn't stop spanking me, my moans fill the room. I begged him to have mercy on me. “Please, I can take it. I'm such a dirty girl, I can take your c**k,” I cried.

He stopped, and soothed my ass. “I can just imagine how red your peach is now,” he chuckled, then kissed the back of my neck, pushing my head to the side. My bottom was inflamed, but still I pushed back, missing the feel of his c**k against my body.

His fingers teased my entrance, finding it and slowly going up, rubbing my c**t. “Yes, there,” I groaned again when I felt him. He was so close….

“Please sir,” I begged. “Please don't tease me again.”

“Well such a polite request,” was his dark reply. “I will oblige.”

A finger entered my soaked entrance, and I almost knelt down to worship this man. “Holy f**k,” I groaned as he pumped in slowly.

“So tight,” he said, withdrawing completely. He slammed two fingers into me at once, causing me to cry out. “Yeah, so f*****g warm,” he hissed. “Your p***y feels amazing on my fingers, squeezing me so well.”

“Please sir,” I cried, my legs shaking. The entire room smelt like us, like desire, pleasure and need, all wrapped in his expensive perfume. “Please sir, I can take more I promise.”

“You can barely take two fingers,” he replied still f*****g me hard with them. “How much more can you take?”

He slowly added a third finger, stretching me more. “f**k, f**k, f**k,” I cried. How did only his hands feel so good? Every inch of my body was flaming hot, from my ties to my hair.

“How can you take my c**k, when your tight p***y can't even take three of my fingers?” He whispered against my ear.

“I can take it sir,” I begged. “Give it to me, I can take it.”

“Then prove it besutu6,” his second hand drooped between thighs, and he found my c**t, and he started rubbing it fast. “Prove just how much you want my d**k in your pussy.”

I moved my hips back, f*****g his fingers even as he kept thrusting them in me. He curled them, hitting my g-spot. “Oh f**k,” I moaned, my hips moving faster.

“Yeah? You're going to prove it to me?”

“f**k f**k f**k,” I cried. It was too much, it felt so good, it felt…

“I'm going to come,” I cried. “I'm going to come sir, fick you're going to make me come.”

I let out a low whine, my entire body shaking with uncontrolled desire. Azreal’s fingers did not leave my p***y once, contining to f**k me, even as I felt my walls tighten around him. My heart paused at some point, and all I could hear was screaming coming from my lungs.

“I can't wait to feel this around my c**k beautiful,” he groaned, still f*****g me. “f**k you're still so tight, your p***y is grabbing my hands, soaking them. What a f*****g good girl,” he hissed.

My body vibrated, and finally, I could breathe again. He slowly withdrew his fingers, the wet squelching sound echoing in the bathroom. My legs buckled and a string arm wrapped around my waist, holding me up.

“Don't worry,” he grinned. “I got you.”

Holy f**k. That was the most intense, longest orgasm I had ever had. And he did that, with just his fingers. Then what could he do, with his c**k?

I watched him lift the hand he had in me, raising it up to his mouth. His eyes closed as he sucked each of the three fingers, his eyes closing, one by one, humming low.

He opened his eyes and looked down at me. “Delicious,” he grinned. “I can spend hours eating you out beautiful.”

This man. My chest rose and fell heavier, my legs were still weak. I closed my eyes trying to catch my breath, the sickness in-between my thighs, how sensitive my c**t was.

I heard the sound of a zipper then clothes being moved around. The distinct sound of a condom being ripped open made my eyes open, as I stared at the wall.

It was happening. Azrael was going to f**k me.

He moved closer. “Bend.”

I lowered my back, placing my p***y at the perfect height for him. Thank f**k I was super flexible from years of cheerleading.

The head of his c**k parted my p***y lips. Holy f**k, my eyes widened. He was even bigger. If that was just the gas, then how was I going to actually take his c**k?

“This is your last chance, beautiful,” Azreal said, pausing. The blunt of his oenis was already starting to stretch my lips, and I could feel how wet I was. “If you want to stop, we can.”

Stop?

I reached backwards and grabbed his hips, pushing him into me. “Please sir,” I choked out. “Don't stop.”

He thrust upwards immediately, his c**k slicing my p***y into two as the air is knocked out of my lungs immediately, my mouth open breathlessly.