Page 132 of Property of Necro
Eyes shimmering with mischief, he waggles his brows. “You wanna bet?”
Another laugh slips free as I shoo the fucker away. “Go on. Get outta here, dick-for-brains, and don’t come back ‘til you’ve slept.”
“Fine. I’m going. I’m going.” Slowly dragging his feet like a toddler, head down, fake pouting, Rot slaps the plastic open again and steps through this time. He pauses on the other side, and it slides closed behind him. “Dick pacifier, brother. Dick. Pacifier. It’s all nice, soft, and warm, and ends with a cream filling,” he croons.
“Rot!” I shoot out of my chair, ready tokick his ass.
A rotten cackle erupts from his throat as he races from the barn. “I’m going! I’m going! I’m going to cum down Sola’s throat,” he carols like a sleep-deprived deviant who just got his favorite toy back.
Lowering my tired ass back in the chair, I grunt and adjust myself. I’m not hard, hard, but semi, all from a stupid pacifier talk—Rot’s such an asshole.
Less than ten minutes later, as I’m Googling shit I shouldn’t be, given where I am, a picture of Rot smiling like a goddamn champion with Sola suckling his cock in bed comes through. A video arrives minutes later.
“Be a good girl and tell grumpy ol’ Coffin how much you love warming my cock, sweet girl,” he coos, sweeping a mess of red curly hair off her face to give me a front-row seat to Sola’s cute little groans as she nurses Rot, cheek resting on his thigh, eyes closed.
Damn.
He was right.
She looks like she loves this. She looks like a beautiful angel.
My stomach pitches.
He pets her head and groans. “That’s it. You’re such a good girl.”
Sola nods all innocent and shit, and I turn to stone.
I’ve never had anyone suck my cock like that. Warming it with her mouth and lips, just savoring it.
Rot’s hard as steel, and he squeezes his root and jerks upward like he’s trying to express precum. Sola’s whimpery moan confirms I’m right as she hollows her cheeks to swallow down his offering.
“Now go back to sleep, sweet girl.” Rot strokes hercheek like she’s the most precious thing, and his eyes shine with what could only be described as adoration as he stares at our woman and continues to praise her. The video plays on for a solid ten minutes, and when Sola drifts off, Rot puts the camera in his face and, looking straight at me, whispers, “We’re the luckiest fuckin’ assholes in the goddamn universe. Wish you were here.” He blows me a gross kiss.
The video ends, and my heart aches, wishing I was with them, too, sharing a bed, cuddling up beside her as she sucks Rot. I could slip into her warm cunt and just be.
I glance over at Necro. “You’d better be whistlin’ a different tune when you wake up, brother, ‘cause we’ve got work to do.”
As if he hears me, Necro’s chest arcs as he inhales deeper than before.
Yeah.
He’d better listen.
It’s time to put in the work.
To fix him.
To fix us.
To build a family with Sola.
And strengthen our club.
We’ll get through this.
We always do.
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