Page 39 of Orion Ruined

“Please, I want your cum,” I cry.

“Open wide.” His cock is out, the condom’s off, and he fists himself roughly. He lifts me to a sitting position and I open my mouth, still on a high.

“Wider!”

I flatten my tongue beneath his cock and he spurts into my mouth and face, six or seven times. There’s so much cum, and I take all of it in. Heat swells up again in my core as I lick my lips and swallow every last drop. I dip my head and run my tongue over the length of him.

“Fuck, yes, Maisy!” He stares down at me, in all his glorious dominance, and wipes the jizz from my cheek to bring it to my lips. “You missed this.”

I lick his fingers as one more spurt of semen coats my neck, and he takes it to my lips again. “And this.”

He leans in, grabbing hold of my hair with one hand and my neck with the other, and presses his lips to mine so powerfully, it’s as if he wants to take his jizz back.

“I’m gonna have fun with you, you little slut,” he mumbles against my lips, then straightens up above me and slaps my cheek twice. He tilts his head back. “Fuck yes!”

He gets down from the table as I collapse backward in a puddle of cum, sweat, shame, and praise. A mess.

Our eyes lock. I’m sated, and ruined, and yet, I want more of him.

He must read it all on my face. “Are you okay?” He presses his lips to mine and chuckles, then kisses my forehead. “Perhaps you need an ice pack.”

Perhaps I do.

I lift myself up, probably too soon, and it takes me a minute to see clearly. There’s mess on the floor: broken plates, and spilled syrup and cream all over.

I’m still flying high, my pussy pulsating like a live entity between my legs thanks to the orgasm he just gave me. I look at Orion, who’s already listening to messages on his cell.

His face darkens. “I gotta take this in my office. I’ll come to you once I’m done. You okay in here?”

“I’m more than okay,” I purr, and watch him collect his clothes and walk out. I get off the table slowly, avoiding the shards. It stings between my legs as I slowly walk upstairs to my room.

Taking a shower in this condition is an experience. With my body so roughed up, the water droplets are sharp, pricking my skin where I’ve been bitten, pinched, or slapped. I wince in pain multiple times, and have to keep dodging out of the way.

I have never lathered my body so slowly, so exhaustingly slowly, and I end up leaning on the tiled wall and letting the steam engulf me.

Once I’m done, I put on a new pair of panties and a cami top and get into bed. Being woken in the middle of the night for whatever that was that Orion gave me was hot.

I once read of a special place on Earth for sated girls. Now I know it’s real, and fuck me, I’m in it.

CHAPTER 7

ORION

I’m still not over Maisy lying to us, although having shot my load all over her face just now (fuck if I’m not hard again), I’m beginning to think of several ways to forgive her. My cock twitches the moment she crosses my mind. She’s ours. That much is true, and there’s no going back from here. We’ve marked her for good.

I can’t believe I was going to kill her and miss out on that sweet little genius cunt of hers, and the rest of her killer body. Plus, having her on our side tips the scales in our favor which is always good; it gets us closer to what we want to create.

Kai loves her company and acts giddy around her, like a kid. His focus in life up until the moment he met her was torturing and killing people. Dead on the inside, the guilt he felt prevented him from having fun. Which is always good for his syndicate and sometimes us, but not for him. Little did he know his dick would start making decisions for him once again. And Logan, fuck, he initiated the health check, and did it by himself–that says a lot.

I, too, booked an appointment with my doctor. I’m heading there tomorrow morning to get it over and done with. I’m clean, I know, but getting a full-blown hard-on each time I think of her begging for my cum is not conducive to my work, my wellbeing, or my cock, and searching for condoms is the last thing I want to be doing when she’s on top of me.

With her in my thoughts, my cock refuses to sleep. She didn’t stop me from spanking her titties or her sweet, juicy cunt, or even say anything about me calling her a slut. Taking that on takes courage. Or stubbornness. Couldn’t tell which. What I could tell was the arousal it invoked in her each time I called her by that name. Fuck me if she’s not my perfect girl!

I texted Jonah, my right-hand man, to meet me tomorrow. That fucker is the only one who knew about Sigrun, my niece’s psychologist. The message he left on my cell was not what I wanted to hear. He stuttered once, not twice or three times. Just once. That’s a bad sign. He’s lying. I left Maisy in a puddle of cum and sweat on the table just to call him. Fucker! She’d better still be there when I get back.

I’ve been calling him for the last half hour, but he’s not picking up. I hate his pathetic games so much that I’d rather peel someone’s skin off by hand for hours than watch a grown-ass man blatantly lie for one minute.

I put the speaker on to hear his cell ring while I walk into my bedroom’s ensuite and run the shower. I don’t want to wash Maisy’s scent off my cock and body, but that damn condom was in the way and it’s that feeling I want to eliminate.

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