Page 48 of Twist Me

And I needed more, opening my legs wider, grinding my pelvis into his, feeling his growls on my lips as he devoured my mouth. He sat up, and his panting filled the air as he stared me right in the eyes and said, “Little Lamb, don’t provoke me. I will fuck the saint out of you.”

I moaned and pushed his cock into my center, the barrier of the panties dipping inside me. Roaring, he ripped the cotton fabric in two, grabbing my legs and flipping me to my knees. I could see a mirrored reflection in the window in front of me. Goliath’s body was tightly muscled, with rippling tattoos that were drenched in sweat. He was panting and gripping his thick member, pushing it once more at my entrance.

I whimpered, fearful of what was to come but enraptured in the pleasure.Goliath gripped my hair in his fist and pulled. “I can’t promise there won’t be any pain, Little Lamb. But I can promise that you won’t remember when you feel the pleasure.”

I let that sink in, solidifying my choice, and rocked onto his cock.The burn of pain sliced through me as I split myself open to his entirety. The thickness filled me like nothing I’d ever felt.“Oh god!”

Goliath gripped my throat and moaned. “Don’t you dare give credit to another man for what I’m fucking doing to you. You saymyname.”

I gasped, and the pounding started. My sex was being absolutely destroyed. He felt so good. The pain mixed with such intense pleasure that I couldn’t see straight.

“Oh…Goliath! I feel…I feel like….”

“Yes, baby. Let it happen. I deserve that sweet orgasm. Let me fucking feel you squirt all over my cock.”

I panted, the intense sensation overwhelming until a huge dam burst, and I screamed his name. My body released everything I’d felt from this man. Pain, pleasure, and freedom poured from me like a river. Goliath roared, his cock twitching and pulsing with my release. Warm pools of his come filled me up deep in my center.

Looking back, I watched this giant male smile.

“Well, I’ll be damned. Looks like my brothers were right. You truly are the stone to bring me down after all.”

“Please, man. You gotta do this for me. I need it, and c’mon, there’s definitely something in it for you. Don’t pretend you don’t want it.”

Pharaoh was brooding on the other end of the line, and I was holding my balls, waiting for his answer.

“Golaith Benson Masters. I swear to fuck I will chop off your dick and feed it to the pigs you like to cozy up with now.”

I growled. “First, fuck you for name-dropping my full ass name, you cockswab, and secondly, you are wrong about Taliah. She didn’t do shit, and the fact that you let Judas and me think that she was a traitorous bitch for years while you were the one to call your dumbass self in…is fucked. So, I am not asking. I am telling you that you both will have your dicks planted right the fuck where I say they will be.”

It was quiet for a long while, enough to where I had to check the phone screen to ensure the bastard hadn’t hung up on me.

“Or what?” he threatened. “You and your broken Juliet will run off into the sunset?”

I ground my teeth together. “Tell me, Roe. Did Ariah put up a fight when you literally stabbed her in the back?”

“Don’t say her fucking name, Goliath,” he warned. My blood boiled, but I knew I’d overstepped.

Sighing, I raked my hand down my face. “I am fucking sorry, brother. That was my bad. Look, I don’t know why you won’t tell Judas and me the truth about that day, but I know one thing for certain, and that is you didn’t kill your girl.”

My brother sighed in return. “I miss her, bro, every day. And my kid. I’ll never see her again.”

“That’s not true, man. You’ll get free of fucked up land eventually, and Xenia will be there with open arms.” I didn’t know much, but I remembered how much he loved that kid and what a ‘kid diaper changing, bedtime reading dad’ he was.

“I’ll do it,” he said at last. Judas started singing a carnival theme song in the background, and I tried not to grin too wide.

Welcome to the carnival, Little Lamb. Get ready to be slaughtered.

Later that evening,I was bouncing on my toes like some ballerina, impatiently waiting for the damn door to the bathroom to open already.

“I swear to god, if you don’t come out, I’ll be throwing you over my shoulder again, and this time spanking your fucking ass until you’re my favorite shade of red!”

Ezello stopped mumbling to herself, gaining the confidence to finally, blessedly, open the damned door. Fuck me, my jaw unhinged when she did. She was wearing a mini skirt and a tight little tank top that made her small breasts nice and plump.

“Are you trying to kill me, woman?” I scolded, grabbing my chest.

The little saint was always in the tight scrub material for patients, and even in that shit, it took no imagination to see how absolutely tantalizing her fine ass was. Right now, with everything on display in this mini outfit, I was in shock.

Did my Little Lamb get a taste of what it felt like to be bad and give up on her virtuous ways?

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