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She shudders, arching her back and bracing herself as I push my gun further in, watching a satisfied smirk tug at the corners of her lips. She lifts her hips and slides me out of her tight walls, so just the tip is inside of her as she bounces her ass in the fucking air. Then, she aggressively slams back down, her pussy swallowing my throbbing, pulsating dick and making it disappear like she's a fucking goddamn magician.
"I'm about to come," she whispers, riding both my dick and my gun as if it's something she can't get enough of, and I smile in absolute delight. Emerson mumbles with the gag inside of hermouth and rocks her pussy desperately against me. Soon, I can feel her gripping my massive cock with her tight walls, soaking the veiny steel rod she keeps sitting on.
Feeling my climax rushing through me fast, I rip the bandanna out of her mouth and push her off of me, my gun falling from her ass. I shove her head down and guide her mouth on my cock roughly, making her swallow all ten inches of me as I jet my heaping, warm load into her mouth and down her throat, glazing it generously with my cum. She sucks me with those perfect, pouty lips, and I grab her hair and yank it as my body spasms through another intense wave of pleasure.
She deep throats me and lets me finish emptying myself right into her stomach as she looks me in the eye, looking like a good-fucking girl with my hard dick between her lips. I pull myself out of her mouth at the last second and smack the tip of my cock against her lips, watching my cum shoot out and cover her face in a sticky, white mess. I watch it drip down her cheek and down her lip as it falls on her shirt.
When I shudder through the last wave of pleasure, Emerson takes me back into her mouth and sucks around the tip of my cock like a fucking jolly rancher. She swirls her tongue around in methodic circles to lick the last of my salty cum away before she lifts her head and licks her swollen, red lips.
"All done, Seven?" she asks with a sly smile.
I smirk back, still feeling the thrills of the climax, but there's definitely more I want to do, and I can see that she's not done either. "Get on your knees," I order, my voice surprisingly soft considering the forceful command.
We are getting deep into the act, making her give me exactly what she wants. And I want to take it. I shove my fingers into her mouth again and spread my cum around in it just to mark my territory, while squeezing her throat so tight that her beautiful face turns fucking red.
I need her to trust me and loveonlyme. She's mine now—all fucking mine. And in time, she will know that.
I want her to ask. To beg. I seek to add to the long list of reasons why she can never even dream of fucking leaving.
Her eyes sting with tears, knowing which hand plays with her body as we re-enter our private world of pain and pleasure. I'll tie her up at some point if I still feel that she needs extra incentive. But, for now, I'm just going to keep my knee on her back until I make sure she never forgets.
I need to see her cry when she's on the brink, and her tears have been making her cunt so much wetter.
In this world, it’s about me and her. I'm going to make sure she knows that and she'll love me for it in the end. I reach to take a little special memento from my pocket—her pearl necklace.
She knows its purpose. She knows it because we've done this before. It's her sign. Her permission to let me do what I like with her body. While we're here and until we decide that it's time to leave, I'm in control, and Emerson knows it. She needs me to be in control. Not because she wants to be controlled, but because shegivesme the power to take control of her.
And I'll make sure she's fucking mine forever.
twenty-four
Drowning
K a n e
The sound of happy birds chirping their bullshit right outside the window is the first fucking thing I hear before I'm even fully awake. Never mind them, but the bright sun fucking blinds me the very second I crack my eyelids open, burning the shit out of my irises. To top it all off, the splitting pain spreading inside my head, making my brain thump against my skull, grows worse and worse every time I fucking breathe.
I don't know what or how much I drank last night, but fuck, I have a killer hangover from hell. I'm not in my twenties anymore, but I could still keep up with the kids—not anymore.
Finally pushing through the immense pain, I force my eyes open and sit up, whipping my pillow at the window to scare the fucking birds, just needing them to shut the fuck up.
My body aches, my throat is dry, and I have the worst case of cottonmouth I've ever fucking had. If this is what growing old feels like, I'm fucking over it already.
Groaning in utter fucking agony, I stumble out of bed and make my way to the bathroom across the hall, hoping some water and painkillers will help ease the throbbing in my head. As I splash cold water on my face, I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror. The lines on my face seem deeper, the bags under my eyes are more pronounced, and my silver-streaked hair is more noticeable. I guess this is what they mean by "the morning after hitting harder as you get older," but why the fuck am I just feeling it today for the first time?
What in the ever-living fuck did I do last night?
After brushing my teeth and gulping down some much-needed water, I shuffle to the kitchen to brew a strong pot of coffee. As the aroma fills the room, I realize that maybe I need to start taking it easier, especially when it comes to alcohol.
And maybe invest in some better fucking blinds for the goddamn birds.
Instead of being met by the smooth, clapping ocean waves as soon as I step onto the back porch, angry yelling and thick commotion pierce my fucking ears. I nurse my coffee like it's my fucking lifeline, and curiously make my way down the back steps, seeing everyone gathered near the firepit, freaking the fuck out.
Eli has the phone pressed against his ear, pacing maniacally until his feet dig into the soft, white sand underneath them.
Seven is on the phone too, but working diligently on his laptop with a baffled expression, consuming the features on his face.
Ace is talking to a few other club members, who didn't come with us on this trip, making me nervous about what's actually going on.