Page 21 of Monster: King of Nevada

“I need a fucking drink.” Lucas hands me one before I finish my sentence. Chugging it back, I let the smooth burn settle before requesting a second as I take a seat next to Ella.

With my legs spread wide and arms stretched across the back of the sofa, I accept the cigar Caleb hands me. Inhaling deeply, I close my eyes as Hanger enters the ring and begins his spiel about the first fight of the night.

When I feel hands on my thighs, I slit my eyes open to find Ella kneeling between my legs, hands slowly inching upwards to my belt. “Please, Daddy.” She whispers the word amidst the cheering of the crowd and makes me hard as she unfastens my buckle and pants at my slight nod.

She works slowly, building anticipation, shooting molten lava to my loins. I blow smoke past my lips and drop my head back, allowing Ella to go as slow or fast as she’d like.

The sound of shifting feet indicate that my men have moved to watch as my future wife pulls my aching dick out of my pants. It’s the first time she’s had the chance to get a good look up close.

“Daddy?”

My cock twitches at her excited whimper as her hot breath coats the thick stalk. She giggles, and I open my eyes to watch her. Wonder and excitement light her eyes as she takes me in, wrapping both hands around my raging erection.

“Scared, doll?” She can’t even look at me as she nods. “He won’t hurt you, but you better swallow everything he gives you.” I groan as she moves closer, her ample tits brushing against the inside of my thighs. “Lick it up.” She moves at my command as a pearly drop of cum bubbles through the slit in my head.

“Salty,” she murmurs, rolling the liquid around in her mouth before swallowing. A chorus of groans echoes around the room.

“Open up nice and wide.” She follows my instructions beautifully. “Wrap your lips around the head.Oh fuck.” Thegrowl I’ve been stifling erupts, and I nearly go blind as she slowly takes me to the back of her throat.

“How do I get you deeper, Daddy?” Her innocent question with that sweet pout is nearly my undoing.

“Relax your throat.” My dick is back in her mouth as she does as I say. “Breathe through your nose.” Gripping her head in one hand, I add a little pressure. “Let Daddy take control.” She hums, and I lift my hips and pump into her mouth as the vibrations travel up my cock. “Baby, fuck, I want to be nice, but this is going to be scary for you.”

Ella barely has time to brace herself as I start bobbing her head, using her mouth to fuck my dick. Her eyes water, but she never breaks contact, doesn’t try to pull away, just keeps relaxing and taking everything I give her.

“Fuck, baby, Daddy needs you to swallow and keep doing it.” She blinks, and tears fall, but I get what she’s saying.

Forcing her face as far into my lap as I can, she swallows, my head drops back, and I come like a fucking volcanic eruption into her mouth. Even when she tries to back off and starts gagging, I can’t stop. It’s never fucking ending. My ears ring, my vision blacks out, and when I look down at her, mascara runs down her cheeks, her lips are swollen around my dick, and she looks like a fucking whore, my beautiful pregnant whore.

Gently, I pull her off by her hair, moving her along my shaft so she can clean me up. After nipping the tip of my dick, she closes her eyes and rest her head in my lap, cock still in her mouth as she suckles it like a fucking candy.

A cloth gets tossed on my chest, and I take the opportunity to glance around to notice my men all stuffing their dicks back in their pants, satisfied grins on their faces.

“Lucky fucker,” Lucas grunts.

Tenderly wiping off Ella’s face, she looks so much younger without the makeup. She’s now passed out on my lap, and hermouth keeps my still-hard dick warm. I don’t think I’ll ever get it down at this rate.

Realizing she’s out cold, I ask for a blanket and leave her as she is. It may be an asshole move, but I like that she seeks comfort in warming my cock while she sleeps.

13

ELLA

Déjà vu hits as I stare up at the ceiling I woke up to yesterday.

Theias’ room. His bed.

Only I’m naked this time, and I have a vague sense of him between my thighs, putting me back to sleep last night after he stripped me down.

It’s been so long since I’ve felt safe around a man that when I passed out in his lap at the fight, exhaustion caught up to me, and I was dead to the world. I’ve never felt quite as secure as I do with Theias. Which is insane given that he’s made no secret about his ability to tear a man apart with his bare hands. Hell, I watched him nearly kill someone yesterday for touching me.

I’m in over my head here and don’t know what to do. My blossoming feelings for Theias are scary and overwhelming, but they feel right. Like, this is meant to happen.

Reaching over to the nightstand, I grab my phone and FaceTime the one person who has always been on my side. Even when I struggle to be on my own.

“Ella?” My little brother’s teenage face pops up on the screen, and I immediately gasp.

“Ollie! What happened to your eye?” He turns a little so I can’t see that much, but I know a black eye when I see one. “Tell me,” I demand, sitting up in bed, holding the blanket to my naked chest.

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