Page 38 of Prince of Pain

“Why are you telling me this? You have a point, right?” I asked dryly, amusement filling his eyes.

“The point is, we’re all dysfunctional as fuck, but that doesn’t mean we don’t love each other. We will always love you, even when you don’t love yourself, and we will always help you as long as you try to help yourself too.”

He finished cleaning me up in silence before excusing me, and I headed straight out to my car to drive home. I didn’t want to deal with Maddox or Zane today.

My phone buzzed just as I started the engine, and I glanced down to find a text from Tempest. Her pussy filled my screen, and I snorted, raking a hand through my hair.

I really had to set some boundaries with her because she was getting way too clingy.

I tossed my phone onto the passenger seat and reversed out of the yard, heading along the road towards home.

Tempest

Ryder ignored me for the rest of the day, which caused anxiety to build in my chest. I’d really hoped he’d come to the party with me, but it was obvious he wasn’t going to.

I snuck out my window at seven o’clock and wandered down the road, smiling as I reached Mason’s car. The window rolled down and he gave me a grin. “Hey, baby. Jump in.”

I did as he asked and leaned over to kiss his cheek before buckling myself in, getting comfortable as he started driving towards Blackwater. “Ry isn’t coming.”

“Good, he’s a cock-blocking prick,” he muttered, sliding his hand onto my thigh. “You’re on my dick tonight.”

“Are Channing and Wolfe joining us?”

“Don’t know. You know how they roll, they’ll jump in if the mood strikes their fancy.”

Disappointment flared through me, but I shouldn’t have been surprised.

Channing and Wolfe had an abundance of pussy to drown in, they didn’t like mine anymore than anyone else's. At least I always knew Mason was on my side. He’d left booty-calls in the past to come to me instead when I’d called.

If I was smart, I’d lock him down like he wanted, but I’d be in a one-sided relationship. I wouldn’t commit to him, and he’d just end up hurt.

We were better off as fuck buddies and nothing more.

My phone rang and I scrambled to pull it from my pocket, thinking it was Ryder, but I scowled when I saw my father’s name on the screen. I declined it and shoved it back in my pocket, not wanting to deal with his bullshit.

He must have noticed I’d left.

“Can I crash at yours tonight? I know you guys prefer it when I leave, but I’d like to stay,” I asked, sliding my hand onto his thigh before dipping it between his legs and making him grunt as I gently squeezed his dick through his pants, making him instantly harden.

“You know you’re always welcome in my bed,” he answered, flicking his gaze to me as I unzipped his pants. “If you put your lips around my cock, I’ll crash.”

“Focus on the road,” I warned, unbuckling my seat belt and kneeling on the seat as he lifted his arm to place his hand on my back. I pumped him in my fist for a few seconds until he was as hard as granite, then I lowered my mouth over him, making him curse.

His fingers tangled in my hair as he forced me down onto him, a wet gag leaving me as he hit the back of my throat.

“Fuck, baby,” he grunted, thrusting up into my mouth and making the car jerk forward as he accidentally pressed down on the gas more. “Your mouth is so fucking good.”

I sensed him pull over but I kept going, choking on him and drowning his balls in saliva. He loved a sloppy blow job.

I worked him hard and fast, his fingers tightening in my hair as I moaned around his cock, driving him towards the edge until he groaned my name, unloading down my throat a second later.

I continued to run my tongue around the head of his dick until he forced me away when he became too sensitive, and he instantly dragged me up for a scorching kiss.

At least he always appreciated the effort I put in.

“That was so hot,” he murmured, waving his phone at me. “I filmed it for my spank bank.”

“Send it to me,” I purred, sitting back in my seat with a sly smirk. “You know I love watching our videos while I fuck myself.”