Page 32 of Sunshine & Ink

He seemed oblivious to anything else except the pleasure of her pussy.

I felt rooted to the spot with horror, my skin heated and flushed, my dreams falling around me in broken, horrified shards.

Her beautiful honey-blonde hair fell in long curls down her back and she was moaning loudly, way louder than I ever did, and I suddenly felt inadequate and embarrassing, shamefully square and basic.

I realized I was shaking, shivering from head to toe with the unexpected shock of it.

Had I really been so stupid to think helovedme? That he wanted only me?

He was the Saints Prez. He could have any pussy he wanted and why wouldn’t he take any that was offered?

His hands were on her hips and I felt my own start to burn, because I knew that feeling so well. I could feel him on my hips, the way his big fingers would dig in and make your skin throb pleasurably. The way his cock would glide in and out, feeling each ridge even through the condom.

His fingers snaked around to tweak her nipples roughly, and she tore down her sparkly dress to give him even more access.

“Yes!” she wailed, her beautiful heavy tits shaking with Raker’s sharp, heavy thrusts. “Oh, it feels so good!”

My fingers felt numb now as I forced my head down over Apostle’s dick.

This was what I had signed up for, after all

Nothing more than a club girl

The blurring of my eyes with tears was almost welcome, because it meant their bodies weren’t as visible to me.

I thought Raker had forgotten about me, but then he spoke.

“Your job is to be a mouth to fill and a hole to fuck,” Raker said as Apostle jackhammered his dick in and out of my mouth, making feral grunts.

My head was getting whiplash getting jerked back and forth, but I refused to hold onto Apostle, so I tried to dig my hands into the clubhouse floor to steady myself.

Even now, I pleaded with Raker with my eyes, hoping he’d save me. But when he put a hand on her golden hair, stroking it in the way he had always done to me, I knew it was hopeless.

“Open your mouth wider,” Apostle grunted. “Show me what you’re worth. I’ve seen you deep-throat the Pres. I want some of that, whore.”

My hands curled so tightly I felt my nails pierce the skin.

If Raker wasn’t going to stop this, he wasn’t going to stop anything.

I thought he loved me.

He didn’t.

But what else could I expect? He was the President of the Club. This was how it worked here. He got whatever easy pussy he wanted, whenever he wanted it, and I couldn’t say shit, because that’s what I had signed up for.

I signed up to be the club whore, and that’s all I’d ever be to him.

My eyes burned, and I forced my frozen mouth to move. Apostle’s thick bush of hair poked me in the face, got under my tongue.

This was my job. This was all I was.

My lips felt numb.

I tried not to look at Raker and Angel, but I could hear them both. Her happy little squeaks and moans, and the sound of his heavy balls slapping her in the ass.

Raker never hurried. He fucked as long as he wanted and he came when he wanted, always in perfect control.

“Swallow me,” Apostle ordered.

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