Page 49 of Turn That River Red

“No,” he says darkly. “Don’t cover yourself. You’re too fucking gorgeous.”

He walks me backward, my bare feet skittering over the cool, dusty floor as he guides me through the maze of old boxes. His eyes never leave mine, and I have no idea how he sees anything. How he knows where to step. But he does.

Suddenly, he shoves me, and I yelp as my backside presses into the wall. Ambrose leans into me, still pinning my arms overhead, and trails his mouth along my neck. It’s not a kiss, not even close. He breathes in deep, smelling me.

“Delicious,” he purrs, the movements of his lips teasing my skin. He steps backward, his hand already fumbling with his fly.

“What would you like me to do?” I breathe out.

Ambrose smiles at that and jerks his pants down over his hips just enough to pull his cock out, as big and meaty as I remember. Bigger.

“You’re so eager to please, aren’t you?”

I stare at him, not quite sure how to answer. “For you,” I finally say. “I am for you.”

It’s too dark to really see his face. The lights are behind him, wrapping him in shadows, and I worry I misspoke, that it was too much for him—too close to telling him that Iwanthim, not just sexually, but?—

But for real.

“Good,” he says. “Then you’ll do exactly as I say, won’t you?”

Heat burns through my core. I nod.

He steps closer to me, his cock bobbing, and presses his hand on the top of my head. Then he presses down, and I fall to my knees, eyes lifting to him. I know what he wants, but I still wait for the order.

“Open.”

I do, dropping my jaw, still looking at him. He keeps his hand on my head and uses the other to guide his cock over my waiting tongue.

“Worship me,” he commands, his voice black as the shadows.

And I do. I draw his length into my mouth even though it’s more than what I’m used to, pulling it as deep in as I can go—so deep my throat constricts and my eyes water. I keep going, though. I brace myself against his thighs and bob my head back and forth, worshipping every veiny inch of him with my mouth and tongue. He puts both his hands on my head, just as he did when he prayed over me, his fingers drawing up clumps of my hair.

I moan around him. Suck a little harder. I desperately want to taste him again. I want to swallow every drop of his release without wasting it like before. The idea spurns me on, and I roll my hips, my sex so drenched with my arousal that it almost feels cool against the air.

Ambrose grunts and pulls hard on my hair. But the pain doesn’t deter me. If anything, it drives me on. I use every trick I learned to mollify Reverend Gunner, even though it’s harder with Ambrose’s size. I suck on his sensitive head, then lick his entire length, all the way down to his testicles, still half-buried in his underwear. I try to swallow him whole again, although I can’t quite manage it.

But I know he likes it because he groans and sighs and pulls harder on my hair, digging his fingers into my scalp. I’m so sure he’s going to finish. So sure I’ll get to take his communion again. To eat of his body?—

Would I drink of his blood? I think I would.

But then Ambrose wrenches himself out of me, so roughly that his cock slaps across my mouth like a warning.

“No,” he says roughly. “Not like that.”

I stare at him, my body so flushed with desire I feel like I’m going to lose my mind.

“I want to come in your cunt,” he rasps, staring down at where I kneel before him. His words send heat shootingthrough me, even though I know I could wind up pregnant. But I don’t care.

“I’d like that,” I whisper, and Ambrose smiles.

“Then turn around and get on your hands and knees. Show me how wet you are for my cock.”

His vulgarity just stokes lust inside me, and I immediately do as he asks, arranging myself on the floor. For all that I’ve been used as a helpmeet, I’ve never done this position before, and I feel degraded and exposed and desperate all at once—but because it’s Ambrose towering over me, it all just heightens my lust.

“There it is.” Ambrose runs his hands over my behind, his touch soft and reverent. “There’s that pretty pussy.” A single finger slides inside me, and I yelp and jerk back against him.

The movement is met immediately with a sharp slap across my bottom. It stings, but it’s just like when he pulled my hair. The pain and the pleasure meld together into something new.

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