Page 42 of Be My Sinner

“No offense, cunt, but I wouldn’t fuck your mom if she was the last hole on this godforsaken planet. She’s had more cock in her than a twenty-first-century porn star.” He opens his bleary green eyes and grins at me.

“Ya, well, your mom’s notches aren’t any better.” He’s right, though. Thanks to my father’s proclivities for sharing her with other male members of the Brotherhood, and even forcing her to have sexual relations with some of the other wives, my mom is no saint and has a notch count up there with ours. A fact that he isn’t aware that I know about. My father, who gives me constant sermons about my sins, is a bloody hypocrite.

Is that what would happen to Dinah once she was forced into marriage? Would everyone get a taste of my little Atasi? Anger blisters across my skin at the thought of anyone besides Zeke and me touching her, fucking her.

Atasi, who always appeared to share an unspoken bond with Zeke, even in our childhood. She used to trail after us with stars in her eyes, demanding to be included and not left behind alone. The little girl with the eyes too large for her face, and the fierce determination to wrap us around her little finger. I found her innocent crush on him utterly adorable and endearing. After all, I harbored a few crushes of my own, not only on Zeke but on her as well, if I were to be truthful.

She belongs to us. She has always belonged to us, even then; my little blue flower and Zeke’s precious Snow. I would kill any man who tried to use and abuse her now, anyone who intended her harm, without the slightest reservation.

Have you forgotten the guy helping her commit mass murder? Pretty sure she belongs to him, too!The thought cackles through my mind.

I’m going to murder him slowly. Ensuring that every part of him that has touched my little blue flower gets cut off with my sharp blade, then I’m going to bathe her in his warm red blood. That way, she has a reminder of the consequences of someone else touching her.

My dick gets painfully hard inside my pants at the image of Dinah covered in blood from the top of her dark head to the soles of her pretty feet. The only thing visible through all that blood will be her beautiful blue-gray eyes. Eyes that have haunted me for months, and made me crave something I didn’t think I could have.

“Fucker, I’m the one who just woke up; why is your cock trying to break through your zipper?” Zeke questions with laughter as his hand approaches my pants-clad erection, the one begging to be unleashed from its confinement and buried in a warm, tight hole.

He grips my hardening cock, squeezing it in its encasement until it’s almost painful. I thrust into his hold, loving the tight grip and the friction against my weeping tip. The feel of his fingers pulling down my zipper has all the breath leaving my lungs and my eyes meeting his.

“What are you doing, Zeke?” I question with a deep groan as he releases me from my pants and strokes me firmly, making my balls ache with the cum that wants to shoot desperately out of my rigid length.

He continues to stroke me, making my eyes want to cross and my breath hitch in my throat. His warm, strong palm caresses my length, rubbing against all my ridges and the thick throbbing vein on the underside of my cock. More pearls of thick cum seep from my slit, coating his fingers as he speeds up his motion.

“It looks like you need a little release there, buddy.” The laughter in his voice has a grin crossing my face.

“There is nothing little about me, and you fucking know it.” I barely get the words out of my lips before Zeke leans forward and swipes his tongue across my weeping tip, lashing my slit and savoring my taste. “Fuck, Zeke.”

My hand digs into the back of his head, barely remembering that this idiot probably has a concussion, and I can’t be rough with him. I can’t grab fistfuls of his hair and force him to take my dick down his tight throat, until he can’t breathe from my cock clogging his airway.

He continues to run his warm, wet tongue down and up my hard length, sucking on my throbbing crown and then taking me deeper into his throat, until he makes a satisfying gagging noise before pulling back up.

“Nope, you started this, now you need to finish it, fucker. Swallow me, Zeke. Swallow me down until I fill that tight throat and my balls are pressed up against your chin.”

I thrust hard into his throat while pushing his head down further on my length. He chokes again but doesn’t struggle, and I feel his throat trying to relax against my tip as I start a punishing rhythm of fucking his face. The sounds of my grunts and his gagging and slurping sounds are loud in the small, confined space of the car. I shift my large body so he can take more of me, and his fingers can slip inside my pants and caress my aching balls.

He pulls his mouth off of my cock with a moan and sucks one of my balls between his lips, lashing it with his tongue as his hand continues to stroke me. I’m so close to cumming that I can feel a sizzling heat rising up my back and spreading through my limbs. The hair on the back of my neck and arms stands on end as his mouth encases my throbbing dick, and my balls tighten. The first couple of spurts release from my tip, coating the inside of his mouth, but I need more. I need to cum down his tight throat. I want to feel myself filling him up, choking him with my goodness.

I grab on forcefully to the back of his neck and push him down on my cock, holding the back of his head until I am fully down his spasming throat, and he’s swallowing me to the root. “That’s my good, dirty whore. You love the way my cock fills your throat, don’t you, baby? You love swallowing every delicious drop.”

He moans at my words, his hands bracing on my thick, hard thighs as I continue to fuck and cum down his tight throat without mercy. “What a hungry cock whore you are, Zeke. You never get enough of my big dick, do you, buddy?”

Fuck, he feels so good swallowing my cock. Sucking it in deep pulls until he milks every last creamy drop from inside of me. He pops off my cock, and I release my hold on the back of his head. His tongue licks me from my thick root to my engorged head, sucking up any wayward drops that may have escaped.Jesus, that feels so good.

Once he’s done, he pulls back and sits upright in his seat, his emerald eyes sparkling with mischief. “Ready to go get our Dinah? Maybe we can force her to give you round two?” His silly grin, and how he’s wagging his eyebrows at me, has a chuckle leaving my lips.

I tuck my semi-hard dick back inside of my pants. The thought of Dinah’s mouth doing what Zeke’s just did, makes my dick refuse to go down. Fuck, if she gives head anywhere near as well as Zeke does, it will be worth it to save her from the Brotherhood.

“Let’s go save our murderous princess, shall we?”

I put the car back in gear and start moving towards the house that has been her confined home all these years. Are we saving the princess or damning her further? Will she try to kill us or force us to kill her?

Only one way to find out.

Chapter 20

The Protector

Sammy

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