Page 141 of Property of Necro
“She’s ours. Feed her. Now.” Coffin presses the tip of a blade to his president’s ribs. To me, he growls, “Suck his cock, Sweet Cheeks.”
Scooting myself closer on my belly, I meet those intense blue-white eyes as I carefully move his hands out of the way and close my mouth around the tip and moan. God. He tastes amazing. He feels amazing. Hot and heavy. Salty. Toying with the ring, I flickit a few times before sucking him a little deeper, careful not to hit my teeth on his jewelry.
Necro stops breathing.
His abs tighten.
His eyes slam shut, and his cock twitches, flooding my mouth with cum.
Groaning like a greedy whore, I savor every drop and swallow every last morsel.
Leaving his brother, Coffin climbs onto the bed, straddles my closed legs, and slides his cock back inside me. Using my ass cheeks as handles, he fucks me so hard and deep, the headboard bounces off the wall.
Necro’s cock slips free, and I lick my lips. Quickly tucking himself away, he rushes to the bathroom, and Rot follows his brother, shutting them inside together, as Coffin uses me like his own personal sex toy.
Fallingto my knees in front of the toilet, I rip off my mask and throw it on the floor. Bile fills my mouth as my stomach pitches. I hover over the edge, waiting to puke.
Sola is here.
She saw it.
She touched it.
I came in her wet mouth in less than twenty seconds.
Her. Mouth.
Fuck.
I groan and hang my head as Rot kneels behind me, rubbing my back. “It’s okay.”
I shake my head.
No, it’s not.
It’s not okay.
It’ll never be okay.
She’s here.
That was real.
Post-orgasm clarity is a dark, evil bitch.
She saw it.
It.
What if…
Fuck!
I curl into myself, and the first heave is dry, followed by the second and by the third, all the liquid contents of my stomach fill the porcelain throne in violent surges that turn my throat raw.
I should have died.
I should have planned better.
