Page 76 of Inevitable Destruction

“Clean yourself,” he grunts out, like it’s an inconvenience to have me in here with him. Our eyes lock for a split second before he releases me and steps back, crossing his wet arms across his naked chest. My eyes flicker down to his groin on their own volition. Forcing myself to tear my eyes away, I swallow the bitter taste on my tongue—the feeling of being used, of being fucking disgusting, and do what he says.

He pours some shampoo in my hand, and I go through the motions of lathering it into my greasy strands then shuffling to the spray to rinse it out. My arms feel leaden above my head as I work my fingers through the suds. Then, a different set of fingers replace mine. I release the breath I was holding and relax into the strong fingers rubbing and scratching my scalp.

The rest of the shower is a blur of Rhett’s hands on me. He manhandles me whichever way he chooses as I stand in place, waiting for his next instruction. He conditions my hair, then moves on to scrub my body clean of sweat, grime, and cum.

Eventually, the water above turns off, and I’m left dripping as Rhett steps out, leaving me alone. I’m drained—my entire body fighting to stay upright when all I want to do is sleep forever.

“Get the fuck out here.”

My legs kick start, taking me out of the shower and into an awaiting towel. I grab the fluffy gray ends and wipe it across my face before wrapping it around my hips and tucking it in place. The hickeys residing all over my body give me a warm, fuzzy feeling.

I look owned. Possessed. Wanted.

Rhett and I walk through the bathroom and back into the room where I seat myself on the edge of the bed and watch Rhett get dressed. He puts on a dark gray pair of briefs that hug his ass so fucking well…his back muscles rippling as he tugs a pair of jeans up over his ass, before pulling on a plain black T-shirt, hiding his body from view completely.

No words are spoken between us as he walks over to his stand and starts preparing another hit for me. My eyes follow his every movement, my mouth salivating at what’s to come. The uncertainty from last night is nowhere to be seen as he prepares everything with perfect precision.

He leaves the room, coming back a couple of minutes later holding another syringe. I don’t question whether it’s new and clean, or the same one from yesterday because, the truth is, I don’t fucking care.

I know I should because reusing needles is one of the worst fucking things you can do, but what they don’t tell you is that, in the moment, nothing else matters other than your high, and you’ll do just about anything to get it.

Desperate times…

“Get that ass over here, beauty.” I stand and walk around the side of the bed until I’m standing in front of Rhett. Everything is ready except for the actual heating and injecting part of it all. Without taking one look at him, I drop to my knees, the towel unraveling and pooling around me on the floor.

My eyes find his; a glaring smirk graces his face. I don’t know how someone can glare and smirk simultaneously, but Rhett has it down pat.

“Are you going to suck my dick for me, pretty boy?” I swallow the shame and nod. I know what he wants from me—the fact I want it, too, doesn’t matter.

“Well.” He holds his hand out in invitation, and I reach up to unfasten the button on his jeans. The next thing I know, his hard cock is springing in front of my face, and I’m swallowing him whole. His thick head bumps against my uvula, and I fight the urge to retch.

His masculine, sandalwood scent fills my nostrils as I bury my nose in the trimmed patch of pubic hair. Rhett grunts and grabs the back of my head, keeping me in place as he thrusts impossibly deeper.

I can’t breathe as Rhett chokes me with his dick. He pulls me back just enough so I can suck in a large gulp of air before shoving himself back in my throat.

My ears ring, loud and blaring, as my skin tingles from head to toe. My own dick throbs, painfully thick, along with my balls feeling full and heavy.

I never knew sex could feel like this—all-consuming and forceful.

“Get your ass on my mouth, now,” Rhett barks out, his tone demanding and harsh as he pulls out of my mouth. I scramble to my feet and clamber on the bed, climbing over Rhett as I do.

He’s lying flat on his back, hair pushed back and splayed across the pillow. His pupils are dilated, his lips parted with his heavy breathing, and my heart clenches.

He wants me.

I freeze once my leg is over his hips, unsure of what to do next. He must sense my hesitancy because he grabs my calf and starts pulling on me. “Flip around and put my cock back in that fucking mouth of yours.”

Shame flushes through me, showcasing itself perfectly, but I flip around and focus on his thick cock between my lips. I massage my tongue against the bulging vein running down the length of it, savoring his heady flavor.

It’s not until something hot and wet flicks over my hole that I gasp and flinch away. Rhett digs his fingertips into my hips, holding me in place as he circles my entrance tauntingly.

“Mmm,” he groans. “You’re swollen. Red and puffy…” He pulls back to press his finger against me and brushes it back and forth. I writhe under his touch, the sensation of pressure on a place so forbidden is… confusing to say the least.

“I don’t think so, beauty. This ass is mine, and I’m gonna fucking eat it if I want.” He replaces his finger with his tongue, and it’s over for me. Between his cock wedged in my throat and his tongue soaking my hole, I’m obliterated.

My jaw starts to ache as I bob up and down over his length, but it only spurs me on, deepening the throb in my dick. Rhett’s tongue is inside me now, spearing me over and over, working me into a quivering mess. I thrust against him, desperate for friction, and he takes pity on me by wrapping his hand around my cock and holding it—just fucking holding it—while I thrust.

Everything becomes too much too quickly, the pressure inside of me at its peak, and I shout—or at least I try to, but the sound is muffled by the dick stretched between my lips.

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