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Closing the door he leans his back against it and immediately instructs while pressing on my shoulder, “Down.”

Heaven help me, but I do. Spurred on by what I’d seen downstairs, the competitive side of me wants to give him a blow job of the type he’s never experienced before. I undo his belt and carefully pull down the zipper taking care not to trap his uncovered cock in the teeth. Then I lick the head, making him suck in air.

But he’s not leaving me in charge. I might be the one with my mouth near his cock, but he takes control. Fisting his hand in my hair, he again issues an instruction, “Open.”

I do. He takes advantage, thrusting inside, so far and so fast it makes me gag, but he’s relentless, and pulls out a little, only to thrust in again. I choke.

“Fuck, babe, so good.”

This is how he wants it?

He must have been turned on by his brothers getting their needs met downstairs. My hands rise to caress his heavy ball sac, but then fall to my sides as I realise this isn’t me giving him pleasure, it’s him taking what he wants. As he continues pumping his hips, my eyes are watering, I’m gasping for breath, trying to breathe but his hold on me is so tight I can’t pull away. I slap his legs with my hands, but to no effect.

“Fuck, woman. Your mouth is heaven.”

I wish I could say that about his dick.

I feel him start to swell and wait for him to pull out, but he’s giving me no option. He’s moving faster and I can’t do anything to stop it. Suddenly my mouth is filled with his cum.

I swallow and gag, then swallow again until at last his cock shrinks and finally he pulls out, his grip on my hair relaxing simultaneously.

“Jeez, little girl. Jeez.” He seems to have lost the ability to form sentences. “Fuckin’ amazin’.”

He’s used me. Just like a whore to satisfy his needs.

Chapter Thirteen

Ink

Beth’s not a whore.

Yet I’ve just treated her exactly like one. I’d allowed her no choice in how she’d given me head, taken what I’d wanted, issued no warning and came down her throat without asking permission.

It had felt so damn good I’d gotten carried away and used her.

For a second, I can do nothing but lean my head back against the door and give myself a moment to regain my breath and to avoid looking down to see the horror and disgust in her face.She’ll leave me. Maybe go with one of my brothers. I’ll deserve it.

The one thing I never feel after sex is guilt.

I blame the X-rated atmosphere downstairs together with my desire for Beth which had grown over the days we’ve been apart. Those factors, and my unusual-for-me abstinence had ramped up my desire until I just had to have her, and the fastest way was to get her lips around my cock.

She’s not a whore.I should woo her with flowers and sweet words. Not… It seems like an age but in reality is less than a minute before I summon the nerve to glance down, dreading the expression I’m certain to see, wondering if an apology is going to cut it.

Her watering eyes are wide, staring up at me with horror. Her swollen lips are gently parted, and her cheeks are red. She looks like she’s been properly face fucked as she wipes her mouth clean with the back of her hand.

I’m unable to do anything as slowly she gets to her feet. “Stand aside, Ink.”

“Beth—”

“I’m not one of your club girls, Ink. I deserve better than that.”

“Beth—”

“I don’t mind giving you a blow job, but it’s mine to gift, not for you to take.”

I’d try saying her name again, but I don’t know what to tag on the end. She’s right. One hundred percent. Breezy, Tulia, fuck, any of the girls here would have taken what I’ve just done without complaint, but I’ve no excuse for the way I’ve used Beth. She’s not a toy for me to play with, she’s a woman I should respect.

“Move, Ink.” She steps closer, her eye on the wood of the door I’m still standing against.

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