Page 99 of Kingmakers, Graduation

I scroll ahead to the good part—which turns out to be a beautiful blonde girl giving herself a bubble bath in her backyard. Her tits are covered in soap suds. Her skin looks soft and clean and pink from the heat.

“There, see?” I say to Sabrina. “Isn’t this nicer? Look at those bubbles. Look at her tits.”

“She’s gorgeous,” Sabrina agrees.

“Yeah, not like those other girls. I don’t think it’s any coincidence that Demon Tits aren’t exactly pick of the litter. They asked this girl first, and she said, ‘Possession porn? No, I’m busy that day. If you want you can come and take a video of me in my backyard. I was gonna be doing this anyway …’ ”

Sabrina convulses with giggles. I love making her laugh. It’s the most beautiful sound, rich and full and totally uninhibited. She’ll laugh at anything when she’s in a good mood, which is almost always.

“You really see the human in everyone don’t you?” Sabrina says. “You see her as a real person, trying to make money, trying to get by like everyone else.”

“Of course.” I shrug. “I’m not the only person who feels things.”

Sabrina closes the laptop and pushes it aside, rolling on top of me, looking into my face.

“No one would guess what a heart you have. When you’re supposed to be a big bad gangster.”

“I’m bad. When I have to be.”

“Is there anything you wouldn’t do?”

I think about that for a minute.

“It depends on the circumstances.”

“What if I did something terrible? Would you hate me?”

“Like what?”

“What if I was a cannibal. And I killed Jasper and ate him.”

“Jasper’s too skinny.”

“Vlad, then.”

“Then I’d be like, ‘Woah, babe. Ask next time, I’ll get you a burger.’ ”

She snorts. That turns into a full-fledged laugh, helpless giggles that come in waves as she rolls against my chest.

“I think this one’s too much,” I tease her. “It’s supposed to be a sex drug—all you got is the gigs.”

“Oh fuck off,” she says, grabbing my cock. “It works perfectly.”

She’s right—I’m rock hard, even with that awful porn and all this talk of cannibalism.

It might have happened anyway. Sabrina smells like heaven and her skin is silk as it slides against me.

She slithers down my body, taking my cock in her mouth. It feels like I’m chocolate melting in the sun. I’m a puddle of warm goo, and all I know is pleasure. Every stroke of her mouth, every flick of her tongue is the most exquisite thing I’ve ever felt.

Sabrina is kindest in bed. She’s a generous lover, sensitive to what I like. She loves giving me pleasure as much as she loves receiving it herself.

At the same time, she’s filthy and naughty. There’s nothing she won’t try, nothing that’s over the line. I can whisper anything I want when we’re fucking. The more dark and depraved, the more she ravenous it makes her.

I’ve never felt so free with someone. There’s no judgment, no rejection. She knows it’s all playful, all for fun. In bed we can be whatever we want, whoever we want. We live a thousand lives in sex.

Sometimes we pretend she’s a sex robot, obeying my every command. I make her to ride me faster, slower, in different positions … I order her to moan, and even tell her when to cum.

Sometimes we pretend I’m a doctor examining her. I act as if I’m giving her a breast exam, as if I don’t know I’m touching her in a way designed to arouse. Once I wore latex gloves and forced her to spread her legs like they were in stirrups. I could feel her pussy shivering against my fingers, even through the gloves. By the time I slid one finger in her, she was already mid-climax, shaking, trying to stifle her groans, red-faced with embarrassment.

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