EroticReverie

Lincoln Laveau

Lavinia's cunt is the heaven I remember it being. Still tight as fuck, still wet as the god damn ocean, and she still fucks like a god damn filthy little bitch. 

"use the knife" she moans as I take her from behind, holding onto her hips, slamming into her cunt, my bed slamming against the wall, pounding into it. 

I can hear loud music playing downstairs, and I assume it's for Dahlia's sake, so she doesnt have to listen to me fuck someone that's not her. Again, I won't feel fucking guilty for something they all do. 

"make me bleed Lincoln" she moans loudly and I groan, because I do want to cut her, I want to slice into her flesh, along the scars I left on her that still fucking mark her as mine. 

But all my knives belong to Dahlia. 

They're for her flesh only. I never use my knives on more than one girl. I threw out all of Lavinia's knives when she left. 

"I don't have any" I groan. 

"theres a fucking wall of them Lincoln" she groans. 

"I've already used them on her." I grunt as I keep fucking her and Lavinia moans. 

"I dont fucking care Lincoln!" she screams and growls and fuck, I miss her fire. 

"use the one in my purse then" she growls. 

"you carry a knife in your purse?" I groan, fucking turned on by her so fucking much. 

"yes" she moans, and I quickly slide out, and grab her purse and throw it on the bed and she grabs it, and flips it open and then tosses a small pocket knife onto the bed. 

"Has anyone used it on you?" I ask, looking at it. 

She sighs. "Yes Lincoln." she says. 

I snarl at the knife and shake my head. 

"No." I say. 

"baby come on" she whines, picking it up and handing it to me, but I shake my head and don't take it, I dont even want to touch it. 

Knives are sacred to me. I won't share a fucking knife with other men I dont even know. 

"come on Lincoln, jesus...just fucking take it" she says shaking her hand. I grab her hand at the wrist hard, making her drop it then quickly flip her onto her stomach and pin her wrist behind her back and lean over her. She gasps. 

"I'm not using a knife that other men used to slice into your fucking skin Lavinia." I growl. 

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The next hour and half is Lavinia and I savagely fucking, and her being pissed off the entire time because I won't use a knife on her. But I still make her bleed, biting her hip hard enough I drew a little bit of blood and she screamed bloody fucking murder. 

I used four condoms on her, and she sucked my god damn soul out of my cock after I'd made her cum enough times that we both lost track. 

"You need to go" I say as she tries to cuddle up to me after we finally stop to take a fuckin breath. 

She laughs. "What?" 

"You can't stay here tonight." I tell her. 

"what?" she says , pushing up and looking at me. 

I look at her hot fucking face, and those small tits of hers. Her delicious little tits, with my teeth marks all over them now, bruising just as easily as they used to. 

"You have to go. Women aren't allowed to sleep over in our beds." I tell her, which is the truth. 

She scoffs and laughs. 

"What if we don't sleep?" she wiggles her eyebrows and I give her a slight smile and shake my head. 

"Oh come on Lincoln." she says and crawls ontop of me, that horny little cunt of hers grinding on my cock for more again. 

"You're gonna sent me away with out marking up my skin?" she cocks a brow. 

"I did mark you. With my teeth." I tell her. 

She rolls her eyes. 

"You know our sex isnt complete till you've run one of your shiny knives across my skin" she taunts and her slick, drenched cunt, wakes my cock again. 

"Fuck it if you want to, but there's no knives in it for you tonight Lavinia" I tell her and she pouts. 

I grab her hips, lifting her. I reach for the box of condoms at the side of the bed and grab one ripping the foil and putting it on. 

"You said to fuck it if I want to , maybe I dont want to" she says and crosses her arms as she straddles my stomach. 

"Maybe you shut the fuck up and fuck it anyways, because I said so" I tell her. 

She licks her lips and I grin.

"I miss your fucking cunt so much" I groan and she moans and slides down onto me. 

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Dahlia Raven Blackwell

We're all dancing and laughing and drinking when I catch Lincoln leaning against the doorway watching us in the main room. 

I stop dancing and look at him , the others slow their dancing and watch as Lincoln walks over to me and I look up at him, higher and higher the closer he gets. 

"Are you drunk pretty girl?" he cocks his brow. The others laugh and I only smile slightly and shake my head. 

Lincoln leans down as the others continue to drink and move around drunkenly dancing. 

"Do you know what I do to liars Dahlia?"  his voice vibrates in my ear and sends chills down my fucking spine, and just like that I've forgotten how mad I am at him. 

I shake my head slightly and his teeth skim my jaw and then he lifts his mouth at my chin then brings his mouth dangerously close to mine and it feels like my heart stops. God, fucking kiss me, I beg internally, my eyes darting between his. 

"I fucking punish them" he says through gritted teeth. 

"What's the matter Lincoln?" I ask, drunkenly, my filter slipping. 

"Lavinia doesnt do it for you anymore?" I say, my eyes widening slightly and his jaw ticks. 

"She did me just fine pretty girl. Still rides a cock like a fucking star, and sucks my cock so fucking good and take my cum right down her pretty little throat." he says, reaching for my neck, grasping it lightly and I gulp. 

"fuck you" I say and drunk tears threaten at the back of my eyes. I slap his hand from my neck and and swear I see him smirk as I push him and walk past him.

"What the fuck did ya do now Laveau?!" Jasper yells as I run out of the room, and stumble up the stairs. 

Salem is the first to reach me and I try to hide my face, with the tears streaming down it. God, I shouldnt have gotten drunk. Im no good at hiding all the shit that bothers me when alcohol is involved. 

"Don't cry , what'd he do?" Salem says and I hear the other three arguing even over the music. 

"I hate him" I sob as I keep trying to climb the stairs and Salem holds me up, letting me continue to move up the stairs. 

"He can go fuck himself !" I yell and Salem grabs me at the top of the stairs, and takes me to my room. 

"Let's get you into bed alright, I'll lay with you okay?" he says and I whimper and sniffle and nod. 

"shhhh" he hushes me and holds me. 

"Cmon...lets get you out of these clothes, we'll get you into bed" he says and I sniffle and nod. 

He lets me sit at the edge of the bed while removing my top and my bra. Then lets me lay back as he pulls off my pants and then my panties. 

"fuck me" I groan. 

Salem chuckles. "you lose your clothes and suddenly are in the mood to fuck?" he teases and I beg. 

"Please Salem" I cry.

"shhhh" he whispers and leans over.

"I'll give you whatever you want baby, you know that, but are you sure?" he asks and I nod. 

"Please I need you inside me..make me feel good Salem" I squirm underneath him and he moves and pulls his pants down, grabs my hips and pulls me to the edge and I moan as I feel him rub the head of his cock over my clit. 

I just needed to feel good. I needed to enjoy Salem. Because he enjoyed me. I needed to fuck him, because he wanted to fuck me. Unlike Lincoln. 

I arched my back as Salem pushed into me. 

I moan, with my eyes heavy and drifting shut, and keep moaning and Salem moves in and out of my pussy, his cock getting soaked in the pussy that belongs to the four of them. 

I listen to the smacking of our bodies and I drift off with my eyes closed, as Salem keeps fucking me. I feel the jerking movements, but the alcohol has me and is pulling me under. My body moving with each of his thrusts and I hear him say my name but I just mumble something, that not even I know what I'm saying. 

Salem groans and I feel his hands grip me harder at my hips, and I feel him keep fucking me, but I fall asleep.