Page 31 of Beneath the Dirt

“Yes,” I say this time out loud.

I don’t know what has overcome Harlan but I’ll take it. I salivate at the sight of the pre-cum dripping from his tip.

“Good.” He takes a step forward, closing the gap between us. Fisting his cock, he lines it up to my lips. “Time to take your punishment before it’s too late,” he says, sadistic and unrecognizable. Those words might have leaked from his mouth, but, that voice, it wasn’t him. It’snothim. It has to be the drugs or the influence of the scene around us.

With both hands on my head, he breaks the barrier between my lips. “That’s it,” he mewls, increasing the pressure on my head, shoving himself to the back of my throat.

My eyes water on impact, and a warmth fills my mouth. His cock is burning hot, and the more he thrusts himself between my lips, the more it builds until the heat spreads down my throat, tightening it.

“Fuck. Your mouth feels so… so … good,” Harlan pants. His breath, a warm current, tickling the top of my head.

My hollowed cheeks take all of him. Sucking him in like he really is punishing my mouth.Like I want to be punished.

I continue gliding my mouth up and down his shaft. Maintaining suction on him, I flick my tongue, back and forth, playing with the bulging vein that protrudes from his impressive length.

He pulls my hair, and I can feel his release nearing. I close my eyes to brace myself for him to spill down my throat, though as I my lids close, the heat from before increases. This time moving past my throat. It spreads violently down across my shoulder, trickling down my spine, until it whips its fiery burn at my thighs before finding solace in my aching center.

“I’m almost there,” Harlan announces. I open my eyes and the inferno dissipates. Through watery eyes, I peer up at him. His head is thrown back, and his body relaxed.

I increase suction around his thick, long cock, humming as I draw him in deeper. My hands lift to his balls, massaging them.

“Don’t stop,” he mewls, shoving my head as far as it can go, choking me with his cock as he spills down my throat.

A breath hitches in my throat, trapped there, as an abundant load fills my mouth. I keep still, swallowing every warm drop. His cock continues to twitch as he pours into me.

Harlan’s boot knocks into my knee as he takes a step closer, and my jaw acts on instinct, hollowing around his length, even though he’s finished coming.

“The initiation has begun,” a stranger shouts in the distance, but as I flick my gaze over to my side, a hooded figure appears, staring at me before running off.

“Get up,” Harlan instructs, pulling himself from my mouth.

A solid drop of his cum leaks onto my chin as I rise to my feet. He catches it with his finger, swiping his thumb in a short horizontal line first before dragging it down my chin.

“There isn’t much time,” he deadpans. Not exactly what I was expecting after he just fucked my goddamn throat.

Insulted, I stare at him. “You’re welcome, dick. What’s the rush?”

He ignores me, pulling up his pants. I peer into the dark-rimmed slits of his mask, waiting for him to say something, but we remain in tense silence until another chant breaks through, stealing both our attention. It’s not one word like all the others have been. It’s three words strung together consecutively over and over.

“Fatum enim eligimus.”

“Fatum enim eligimus.”

“Fatum…”

“… enim.”

“… eligimus.”

Over and over on repeat. I know I’ve heard that before, but my brain feels scrambled.

A growl erupts from his throat as he rips off his mask, tossing it to the ground, and the disappointed pout on my lips is a stark contrast to his chest heaving with excitement.

“Boo,”I shout playfully. “I liked you better with the mask on, remember?”

Once again, he charges me, this time tossing me over his shoulder.

“I think you’ll like me better when I can use my mouth to show you how much I don’t care ifHeis watching. Let Him. I want to put on a show with you, little sister. I want you to christen my tongue.”

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