Page 15 of Twist Me

She lifted her nose from her book, staring into my eyes with her haughty little expression, but I could see the intrigue. No, I didn’t miss the way she clenched her thighs together.

Chuckling at her defiance, I allowed my fingers to glide across her leg and over her book placed on her picky little pussy.

When her lips parted, I met her gaze. “Little Megan…just remember there’s always room in hell for sweet little girls to play with the devils.”

Her gaze shot to my brothers, and I knew my job was done.

I triedto feel satisfaction at Pharaoh’s masculine grunts as he crucified the Christian on his pierced cock, but I couldn’t help my damn mind feeling needy at the loss of my Little Lamb.

What would her pussy feel like? Would she come back and be defiant with me again? Would her sassy little mouth ever say a fucking curse word? I had read her file. The horny fucking administrative attendant did not give a damn what my price was when I asked her for it. I recalled the words written within Zelle’s picture.

‘Zelle Lavita was accused and tried for burning an inmate alive, and she was found consuming his flesh.’

The description didn’t add up. When Zelle had been in the cafeteria, she hadn’t even eaten the pork on her plate. She pushed it around and only really ate the damn lettuce like a fucking rabbit. Did her diet only consist of the Dahmer varieties?

The slapping sounds became louder, the metal from the clinical table rattled, and sweet little Megan was panting.

“Brother, I think this whore needs another hole filled,” Roe said.

It was the usual request from Pharaoh. Besides, with such slim opportunities here, we didn’t give a shit about sharing the meat.

I looked over and saw the little slut’s dress thrown over her ass. My triplet slammed into her from behind over the metal rack that held a bunch of medical equipment. Shit was falling off it, left and right, and the girl couldn’t get a good enough grip on anything.

Roe’s affliction was an addiction to things like this, girls like this. I started to think that maybe by throwing this particular bait to my brother, I might have created another crutch for him.

“Lith! Come on!”

I shook my head from my thoughts and sighed. My dick didn’t even wiggle for this bitch. How was I supposed to get eventhe slightest bit out of sappy, putty mode when I didn’t give two flying fucks?

Pushing off my pants and choking the fucker, I yanked on my cock, trying to wake it up.

Walking over to the table where the girl was, I jerked her head up, grabbed her blonde hair, and shoved myself inside her warm mouth and down her throat in one motion.

She gagged instantly, not able to adjust to my size. That was an ego boost, getting the thing somewhat hard. But with her over-salivating, the ridiculous popping sounds, and her teeth scraping my sensitive head, it quickly deflated again.

“What are you…a meat grinder? Bite me again, and I’ll stick my cock in your eyeball socket.”

The girl froze for a minute but finally opened her mouth wider and got into some sort of rhythm.Roe was making her smash into my stomach, and the fight for dominance kept her at the angle I needed to get my blood pumping.

Fucking Roe…he had pushed up against my Little Lamb. He felt her tight little body against his, and that pissed me off. She was mine first. I’d felt her curvy sides and plump ass on me when I’d held her in the hallway. She’d felt so good.

I imagined her ass rubbing against my dick as she stared back at me, showing off her pouty pink lips and tan skin. Her pale brown eyes would look into mine, begging me to spill myself into her mouth. It would feel so damn good. Her pussy was going to feel like heaven.

I jerked forward, my seed drowning the bitch on the end of my dick. She sputtered and whimpered while Roe finished filling her to the brim with his release.

The image of the Little Lamb was still potent in my mind. I had to see her. Imagining her in this shitty dim room while getting a scratchy blow job wasn’t fucking cutting it.I walked outof the room, not bothering to say anything to my brother or the satisfied meatbag.

Instead, I walked to the library. Dex was clacking on a tablet like the nerd he was, and I grinned at his predictable nature.

“Hi, Dexter,” I said, sitting beside him and steepling my hands under my chin to study him. Like a skittish rabbit, he hopped up from his seat, squeaking so loudly that a crescendo of “shhh” was thrown our way. Nervously sitting back down, he eyed me cautiously.

“G-Goliath? What are you doing here?”

I grabbed some random ass book that was lying on the table in front of us and opened it up. “Research….” I offered, peeking over the pages to see suspicion painted all over his face.

“What kind of research?” he said, unable to hide his nosy ass instincts.

Snapping the book closed right under his nose, the wind and edges of the pages scraped the tip. “Things aren’t always what they seem, are they, Dexy?”

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