Total pages in book: 55
Estimated words: 51051 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 255(@200wpm)___ 204(@250wpm)___ 170(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 51051 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 255(@200wpm)___ 204(@250wpm)___ 170(@300wpm)
I pulled my fingers out of him and lined up my cock. With one thrust, I was sheathed in his tight asshole. “You feel so good, baby boy. So fuckin’ good. How does it feel knowing I’m going to unload all my cum and watch it leak out of your tight ass?”
“Fuck,” Zeke said through clenched teeth. “You’re so fuckin’ big.”
I thrust into him. “You’re being”—thrust—'“such a good”—thrust—“little”—thrust—“ass whore.”
Zeke groaned as I continued to pound into his asshole mercilessly.
I twisted my fingers in his thick hair and yanked his head back, forcing him to look up at me. I used my other hand to pry his full lips open, shoving four fingers into his mouth and relishing his gagging noises. “That’s it, baby boy. Gag for me. I want both of your holes filled with me.”
Zeke tugged at his restraints, his dominant nature fighting to take over. Restraints weren’t my thing. I used them for fire play, but fuckin someone all tied up didn’t rev my engines. Yet watching Zeke struggle underneath me was as hot as fuck.
I removed my hand from his mouth, and his drool landed on the bed. I smiled before crushing my lips to his.
“Well, what do we have here?”
I turned my head to see Azadeh standing by the door.
“Az,” Zeke said as he tugged on the restraints.
“Please don’t rush on my account. The show is… stimulating.”
As much as having a hot girl watch me fuck was a turn-on, Zeke was too freaked the fuck out for me to enjoy it. It wasn’t like Azadeh didn’t know we fucked. She even joined in on the fun. That was her thing, dropping by every month or two, blowing our minds with rough sex, then jet-setting again. She was the only girl I knew who had three men wanting her but wasn’t willing to settle the fuck down.
Zeke thrashed against his restraints like a fuckin’ wild animal clamoring to escape his cage. I enjoyed control during sex, but this kind of shit freaked me out. I'd never worked out my hang-up. I was fine being dominated and having the shit fucked out of me. The bruises, marks, and body aches felt good, but I liked being the prey.
I didn’t stop fucking Zeke even as he bucked beneath me. I was disgusted by my actions, but I had a perverse, twisted need to empty my balls deep in his ass.
A smirk formed on my lips as I stared at Azadeh. “I ain’t rushing, Az. I’m going to fill our boy’s ass, and then I’ll be with you.”
Azadeh’s eyes were hooded as we stared at each other. Her breathing matched the speed of my thrusts. She was my fucking metronome, keeping rhythm as I slaughtered Zeke’s ass until I stiffened and came deep inside him.
I didn’t linger long to enjoy the bliss of the afterglow. I jumped off Zeke and searched the room, desperate to find my knife. Fuckin’ pretty irresponsible of me not to know exactly where it was. I would’ve been able to find it much easier if Azadeh wasn’t staring at me with a mixture of lust, intrigue, and amusement.
I turned my head at Azadeh’s soft giggle and glared at her.
She smiled and pulled my knife from her back pocket. “This might help.”
I went to grab it, but she pulled her arm back. She might not have been in the institution with us, but the girl sure had a few screws loose. Her teeth slid along her bottom lip, and her pretty pink tongue poked out as if offering a challenge,
“Sweetheart, you gonna give me that blade, or are we gonna stand here gawking at each other all night?”
Azadeh stepped closer. Without a word, she traced the jagged burn marks on my face with the tip of the blade, etching her way over the dips and curves as if painting a little picture in her brain. I fuckin’ hated how most people stared at my face. Their eyes brimmed with pity, sadness, and fear. But not Azadeh. She regarded me with intrigue and lust.
“Scars are maps. They show the roads taken on a journey. I think yours are interesting.”
I always wondered what Azadeh knew about scars. Sure, she’d gained scars during her immigration journey, but her family was great. Her brother was a pretty cool dude, and she had the most adorable kid sister who worshiped her. Her mother was a fuckin’ saint. Az said her mother was overbearing, but I saw it as a parent’s fierce protective love for their child. It made sense to be a little over the top for those you cared about. At least her mom gave too many shits. Mine didn’t give one.
Aside from her amazing family, she was also beautiful. Stunning. She was so fuckin’ radiant. When the girl walked into the room, we lesser mortals paused to watch her. Long, black hair that fell in pretty curls to her sexy-as-fuck ass. Big almond-shaped eyes. As weird as it was for me to notice, the girl had naturally thick, long lashes that mascara companies could only dream about. Her lips were full, and her body… God, her body! Curves for days. Great tits, nice big ass I wanted to bite, and thick thighs that would look good wrapped around my neck, suffocating me as I ate to my heart's content.