Page 128 of Rest In Pieces

I move my hands so I can sit straighter, throwing my head back as he devours me, pushing me higher and higher. I’ve always had my head in the clouds, but until this moment, I never knew what it was like to truly fly.

I’d be embarrassed about the noises coming out of my mouth if I wasn’t so far gone. Instead, I ride his face like I’m the queen of the fucking rodeo, grinding down on him like breathing is optional for him. I’m so close to coming; I know the next swipe of his tongue on my clit will throw me over the edge.

I didn’t realize G had a death wish until he lifts me from his face and slides out from underneath me, leaving me twitching and cursing, my whole body feeling like a live wire—just one spark, and I’m done. But before I can decide how to murder him, he’s behind me, covering me with his hard body and filling me so completely that I explode with a scream that surprises us both.

My reaction breaks his composure, and he can’t hold back anymore as he fucks me like he hates me. My orgasm just keeps going, rolling from one into another as he wraps one hand around my throat and cups my breast with the other. He pulls me back into him as he thrusts deeper into me, his cock brushing against my cervix, and the sharp bite of pain that comes with it pushes my body past its limits. I come again. A loud roar fills my ears as my vision goes white, and every single one of my muscles locks tight.

I feel G’s cock pulse inside me, coating the already slick walls of my pussy with his cum. For a moment, I forget how to breathe or speak as my brain shuts down.

It isn’t until G eases his cock from me that my brain reboots, and I whimper, my pussy beyond tender. But a part of me doesn’t want him to leave. I want to keep him attached to me forever.

I feel his cum run down my thighs and hear him hum in satisfaction as he rubs it into my skin.

“I am dead,” I murmur when he moves to kiss the space between my shoulder blades.

“But what a way to go.” His grin against my skin makes me want to purr like a happy kitty. Not even my broken vagina will dampen my mood.

He laughs. “I didn’t break your vagina. She fucking loves me. She takes every inch of me like a good girl.” He slips his hand between my thighs to pet me, and I realize I said that all out loud.

“Do you think a post-mortem can tell if someone was dicked to death?” I yawn, my eyes drifting closed even though I know I have to get up.

Now I know where he gets all his big-dick energy from. It’s from draining all those poor, unsuspecting pussies.

His laughter shakes the bed, making me think I said that out loud, too. Dammit.

I drift off as he’s saying something, which is honestly a relief.

Witty comebacks are beyond me right now.

A phone ringing wakes me up. I roll over to answer it when I realize it’s not mine.

“Yeah?”

I crack my eyes open and see a sleep-rumbled G with his phone to his ear. “That was fast. Yeah, I’m on my way. I owe you.”

He hangs up and rolls over to kiss my shoulder. “I’ve gotta go. Meet you on set later?”

“Are you going to be alright? You didn’t get in until late.”

“I’m a biker,” he says, like that explains everything, making me chuckle.

“Okay, what time is it?”

He looks over at the clock and curses. “12:30.”

“Crap. I need to get moving, too—wait, aren’t you on Monica watch today?” I frown, trying to remember if he already told me this or not.

“Havoc knew you were off this morning, so he offered to watch her.”

“Havoc? What the heck is the president doing playing guard?”

“I think he’s using it as an excuse to get to know the cast and crew. They start filming at the clubhouse next week.”

“Ah, makes sense. You want to shower before you leave?” I wiggle my eyebrows so he knows I don’t mean alone.

He groans in disappointment. “Fuck, I wish I could, but I need to meet someone. Rain check?”

“Like you need to ask,” I scoff.

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