Page 83 of The Broken Queen
“I would never risk losing either of you,” she replied in a whisper, but she was wrong about that, too.
She had jeopardized us before all to protect her family.
“You risk us every time you engage with Scotty. Every time you need to get back at him, we’re in danger. So stop lying.”
Our faces were close now, and I felt her tongue begin tracing my jaw. I thought she’d want to start kissing, or making out until she bit down on my bottom lip hard enough to draw blood.
“Fuckkk.” I pulled away in pain.
Sounding more determined than ever, she said, “I’m not lying, Gio. I haven’t risked you, and I wouldn’t.”
I glanced at my brother, and he smirked. “See, she’s a brat. Now punish her like one.”
The gleam in Presley’s eye was already there, so I pulled her face in and harshly kissed her. Our tongues moved angrily, and her nailsbegan digging into my arms. I groaned while lifting her, and then we pulled apart. I moved her so that she was on all fours.
Pushing her head down into the seat, I flipped up her dress and yanked down her tights.
“Tell me what to do next,” I said to my brother while staring down at Presley’s ass. Her pussy gleamed with wetness; even in the darkened car, I could see how soaked she was.
“Push your fingers into her cunt, three of them, and don’t be gentle.”
I did exactly what he said, which made Presley cry out.
“Pull ‘em out and then shove them back in a few times,” Kingston ordered.
The sound of her cunt being stretched and played with filled the car, along with her tiny whimpers. “Now what?”
“Slap her pussy.”
My hand stalled midair. “Her pussy or her cheek?”
“You’re going to slap her pussy. Tilt her up more, make sure her face is against that seat so hard, her fingers should be gripping the leather. I want to be able to hear you slap it.”
I’d never slapped her at all, much less her sensitive slit, and since she’s the only person I’d ever fucked, it wasn’t like I had any other experiences to draw from, but Kingston must do this with her from time to time, so maybe she enjoyed it.
Without thinking more of it, I did what he said and covered her pussy with a harsh slap.
“Ohmygawwwwd,” Presley moaned.
“Do it again, Gio,” Kingston ordered.
I repeated myself, slapping her pussy three more times. Each time, Presley about lost it.
“You like that, Elvis?”
She began moving her ass back as if searching for friction.
“She fucking loves it, now I want you to push your tongue into that hole you love fucking so much.”
I didn’t hesitate on that either. I loved Presley’s ass and fuckingher there was one of my favorite things to do, but I had a feeling this would be used for a different reason.
“Get her nice and soaked. Do not drop down to her pussy no matter how she moves or shifts, keep her in place and just keep your tongue right where it is.”
I did as my brother advised and kept my focus on the one spot, even as she writhed and begged under me.
“If she tries to use her hand to get off, I want you to slap her pussy again and then lay a firm slap to her ass cheek. For now, just keep licking between her crack.”
My face was buried, my tongue swiping and moving when I felt her hand come up. “Please, Gio. Please, I need to rub against something.”
