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My cock screams from the confines of my pants, desperate to be inside of her. If she wasn't a fucking virgin, I'd be fucking her now. But we have an aversion to virgins. We fuck them together since we fight about everything. Both of us will be inside of her at the same fucking time, so we wait. For now, we have fun with anything we can. And while Nixon and Riley are having fun with Melanie, Saint and I are going to have some fun with Sinner.
Saint pulls her frail little body up to the top of the table, allowing her head to dangle over the edge. He grins as he makes his way to the end, spit-coating the silencer on his gun and aiming it at her pussy. I take my place near her head, stroke my cock, and watch her beautiful eyes flutter open, a look of pure shock flickering inside them.
“So much for her riding my gun tonight,” he laughs, sliding it inside of her and jolting her awake the rest of the way.
She starts to say something, but I shove my cock between her lips, cutting her off. She starts gliding her tongue around my shaft on her own, sucking as her head hangs upside down, giving her the head rush of a lifetime. I take a step closer, squeezing down her throat as far as her tightmuscles will allow, noticing the outline of my cock protruding from her neck. When she feels Saint's gun sliding in and out of her pussy, her jaw widens, and I slam my cock inside, the head tapping the back of her throat.
“Be a good girl, sinner, and keep sucking like you were. Don’t pay him any mind,” I reassure her, smoothing out her hair and looking her in the eyes with my full attention.
Something happens between us when she looks at me, but it’s too late for me to undo what I’ve done, so I keep jerking my hips and fucking her mouth. Despite her best efforts, a moan escapes her mouth as I slide my cock out, keeping the pierced tip between her puffy red lips. Slowly, she circles her tongue around it as she warms up to the idea of both of us using her body as we fucking please.Since we started doing this, she has never said no to us. I wonder why.
As Saint lowers his head, he grabs her clit with his teeth and yanks ferociously, causing her to struggle against the restraints. She arches her back off the bloodstained table, and my cock slips from her lips as she opens her mouth to moan again. I stroke it against her cheek, smearing the clear beads of precum across her fair skin. Her face contorts with delight as she closes her eyes, not wanting us to see how much she enjoys what we’re fucking doing.She’s just as fucked up as we are, and I fucking love it.
“Are you sure we can’t keep her, Sil?” I chuckle, slapping the tip of my cock against her lips, urging her to open up for me.
He shakes his head and lifts his head from between her legs, wiping her glistening juices from his lips. “No, we can’t, Black. Rules are rules, remember?”
And just like that, he goes back to eating her pussy and trying to make her come while she sucks my cock, choking on the cum that spills down her throat. I lean down, my lips brushing againsther ear.
“Sorry, sinner. I tried to save you…” A gush of hot liquid pours down her throat with one last pump of my hips, making her gag as I pinch her nose and hammer my cock between her lips.
As she coughs, cum spurts from the corners of her lips and drips from her nose, making her a mess, but she licks every fucking drop that I scoop up and shove into her fucking mouth like the good little sinner she is.
“Good girl. Now rest; that bullet wound is gonna hurt like hell tomorrow.”
sixteen
Chase You, Taste You
September
Scarlett
Ifeel a shiver come over me as I run the pads of my two fingers over the scar on my stomach. I lose myself in the kaleidoscope of colors as the wind swirls the leaves around outside the window as I zone out. Even though I should be paying attention to Hunter, I can’t seem to focus on anything other than what’s outside my window, even though there’s nothing there.
It’s my first day back to work since River’s death. I needed more time after I was shot, the extent of which I still don’t recall. I recall being in a dark room with the men in masks, but nothing else comes to mind.
Hunter clears his throat, attempting to get my attention. Reluctantly, I rip my eyes away from the window and force a smile, hoping it meets my eyes.
“Is everything okay, Dr. Stone?” Hunter asks, his bright blue eyes shining brightly.
“I’m fine, Hunter, and please, it’s just Miss Stone, no doctor.” For some reason, I never wanted to be announced as a doctor. The title just never felt right to me.
“Sorry, I kind of likedoctor.”
"We are notdoing this today, Hunter. We're here to discuss what's going on with you." Trying to keep the conversation professional, I ignore his flirting and flip through his chart, skimming my notes.
When I realize that his release date is near Halloween, another unfavorable emotion comes over me, but I try to push it away as I turn to face him and put on another fake smile. “So, let's talk about how you feel about getting released.”
Instead of going straight home after work, I go to the bar down the street from my apartment. Since River was killed, I’ve been mired in thought, and I haven’t discovered a way to dig myself out of the hole. I take the seat at the far end of the bar, closest to the door, in case I need to leave quickly. I've always been like that when I go places.
The bartender spots me the second I sit down and brings me a beer and a shot, walking away with a smile, knowing it's what I've been ordering every time I come in.I was never a big drinker. I liked to trip more, but alcohol seems to numb the pain more than ecstasy or acid.I down the shot in one gulp and then take a sip of my beer, barely registering the burn. There's another one slid over to me, and I toss it down my throat.
I scan the bar, noticing the regulars I've been seeing the past month, but one stands out, and I've seen him before.Where, though?I return my gaze to the shot in my hand, chasing number three with my last sip of beer.
"Did you want another?" I recognize the man I was staring at as he slides onto the empty stool beside me, propping his elbows on the bar.
"Sure." I shrug, accepting the drink and nodding to the bartender for another beer too.