Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 33526 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 168(@200wpm)___ 134(@250wpm)___ 112(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 33526 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 168(@200wpm)___ 134(@250wpm)___ 112(@300wpm)
“You don’t gotta tell me twice,” I say, removing the cob from Ella’s mouth. She splutters, and spit trails from her mouth, landing on the table. “Why, Ella. Look at the mess you made.” I grab her hair and shove her face into the drool. “Better be a good little girl and clean it up.” Ella gazes up at me in confusion. Laughter bubbles within me, and I spit on her face. “Lick up your saliva, slut.” Her tongue falls onto the table, and she laps up the liquid. “Good girl.”
When she finishes cleaning up her mess, she arches her neck to look up at me. “Did I do a good job, sir?”
Hearing her say "sir” has me ready to explode. I’ve never been into being called "sir,” or “master,” or shit like that, but goddamn, it’s as hot as fuck when Ella says it.
As if sensing her effect on me, the corners of Ella’s lips turn up in a bold smile. Alaric is right. Ella may be submissive, but she’s a brat.
Gripping her hair, I yank her head up so she’s at eye level with my cock. “Why don’t you stop talking, you worthless whore, and do the only thing your pathetic mouth is good for? Suck!”
Ella wraps her lips around my dick and works it until she’s taking me all the way down her throat.
“That’s it, you dirty bitch. Gag on it.” I toss Asher the corn, and he catches it. “Take this corn and double penetrate that cunt. Pass me the one in her ass.”
Asher looks uncertain, but he does as I request without question. Catching the cob, I gaze up at the balcony. Celeste is now humping the rails as she grabs her breasts.
“Do you wish it was you we were fucking, Mommy?”
Her eyes widen as I bring the corn to my mouth and bite down.
Celeste immediately straightens guiltily like a kid caught with her hand in the cookie jar. I’m gonna crush those hands, mutilate her, and place her corpse at Ella’s feet.
I ignore the decrepit bitch and focus my attention on the only woman worth anything to me. My Ella. I don’t even have to hold her head down. She’s pushed her face so far onto my dick that her nose meets my lower abdomen. Her coughs and gasps are the sexiest sounds I’ve ever heard. Ella’s moan vibrates around my dick as Asher impales her with his cock and the corn, adding an extra layer of pleasure.
“So good. Such a tight pussy. Too bad it belongs to a worthless fuck hole. Gonna come in your pussy, Ella,” Asher groans. “I know you’re not on the pill. Gonna fill your cunt to the brim with my cum. I’ll put a baby in you, Ella. Wouldn’t you like that? The entire world knowing you’re a disgusting whore knocked up by your brother?”
Asher’s eyes are wild, his teeth bared like a feral animal as he digs his nails into Ella’s flesh. The blade of a sharp steak knife gleams between his fingers as he grabs it from the place setting and glides the tip along Ella’s back. I recognize that glint in his eyes when his emotions overwhelm him and he can’t bear it.
Asher wears his trauma on the insides of his arms and legs. It’s found in the scar above his pelvic bone—jagged, sacred marks he inflicted on himself when his emotions became a mountain he couldn’t climb. Occasionally, the marks were part of his anger, but more often, it was due to his grief. This is the first time he’s needed the relief of blood for another reason. A stronger emotion. Dare I say… love?
Asher bends to whisper in Ella’s ear. “I’m sorry. I need to.”
A trickle of blood unleashes down Ella’s back, growing into something prominent as he slides the blade over her skin. Ella screams as Asher licks the blood before sinking his teeth into her, filling and ridding himself of the darkness.
“Fuck,” Asher growls, shaking as he releases deep within her. His head falls onto her back, and for a second, he forgets we’re supposed to show Celeste our undeniable cruelty and not our capability to comfort.
Seeing Asher come undone has me ready to shoot my load as well. But I don’t want to cum in Ella’s mouth or on her face. I want to fill her pussy. “My turn.”
Asher pulls out, and I remove the corn from her pussy. I pump into her a few times, silently telling her I’ll make it up to her for my twelve-year-old boy ejaculation game. Gripping her hips, I hold her to me as I cum in the warmth of her perfect cunt. Reluctantly, I pull out and place the side plate under her cunt. “Push out the cum, slut. I want all of it on this plate.”