Page 46 of Smoke

He grunts, his face flushing as he peels her pussy lips back and wiggles his tongue inside her cunt. He puckers his lips around her clit and sucks. She arches her back, flinging her hips up, and lets out a deafening moan.

“Scar,” she cries out, her body convulsing.

I pinch the tip of my cock, coaxing the precum out. “That’s my boy. You better eat.”

Omen huffs as he shuffles higher up on the bed. “She’s gonna fucking eat too.” He slaps his cock against her lips. “Stick your tongue out.”

“Oh, fuck.” She moans again as he slides his thick cock across her tongue.

“Don’t close your lips around it yet. Just keep holding your tongue out for me like that. Yeah. Good girl,” he coos.

There’s something feral and fucking nasty about the way he rubs his dick on her, edging it down her throat, and then pulling back without letting her suck or even wrap her lips around him. It’s fucking hot as hell and a move I’ll file away for myself to try later.

Scarrow moans into her pussy as he slops up her juices. “Mmm, she’s cumming,” he murmurs as he dives back in.

Omen grips the headboard with his free hand while sliding his cock up and down her tongue with the other. “Fuck, I’m gonna cum just like this.”

I’m so fucking close.

I spring up from the chair and climb onto the bed. I trace the muscles in Scarrow’s back with delicate strokes, letting him know I’m here. He comes up for air, his mouth shiny and wet. “She’s ready for you, brother.”

I nod and kneel between her thighs. “My sweet baby girl. You’re finally where you’re supposed to be.”

Her gaze flits to mine. Even as she sucks Omen’s cock, her eyes always find mine. Scarrow plays with her nipples as I slide inside her and watch those pretty pupils dilate for me. Like a conditioned response, she unravels and stretches around my cock.

Thrust.

Years and years of molding her into this ferocious, God fearing woman who aches to please me. And all I’ve ever wanted was to take care of her and keep her safe from the monsters of this world.

She arches for me, her moans muffled while Omen still fucks her mouth. But our gazes are locked, feral and dark. Every ounce of pain and heartbreak channels between us in this one fucking moment.

Thrust.

God she feels like redemption. So fucking good. Better than anyone else. I’ve only ever been with sex workers before. I never wanted to fuck anyone else but Cherry. Yet for so long, I just couldn’t. I refused. But I’m still a man. So I paid for it. It took away the intimacy and made it purely transactional.

“I love you so fucking much, my baby. My sweet Cherry girl.”

Thrust.

“Fuck. Oh. Shit.” Omen slams his hand against the headboard and lets out a deep moan.

I watch as she lurches, her neck bobbing as his cum shoots down her throat. Her eyelids flutter as she struggles to breathe through her nose while she swallows every drop.

I lift her legs up and grind in deeper. “That’s my little thirsty slut,” I rasp.

Scarrow grabs her chin as soon as Omen pulls out. “My turn, sweetheart. Let me help you wet your whistle again.”

“Oh, fuck. Hawk… You feel so good.”

“I’m right here, baby. Take a deep breath and relax. Let Scarrow feed you.” I pull out and rub the tip of my cock up and down her slit, edging myself. I drop it down a little farther, pressing it lightly against her puckered anus. I want to slide inside that hole so fucking bad.

She clenches at the contact. “Hawk, what are you doing? You know that’s my one rule.”

I chuckle. “Shhh. Rules are meant to be broken eventually. Relax, Cherry. I’m only teasing you tonight. But you will let me inside that tight little hole soon.”

She lets out a whimper and unclenches, knowing she’s off the hook for now. I love how fucking responsive she is to me. And I know that once she loosens up, she’ll enjoy it just as much as she does in her cunt.

“Open wide for me, sweetheart,” Scarrow orders while Omen goes back to sucking on her nipples, savoring his post-cum glow.