Her hand went to my pants and my cock surged to life in anticipation.
She sank down to her red knees and pulled my pants down over my hips. My cock was throbbing and my breath became uneven as she took my dick out, licking her lips as she took in my whole length. Her hand wrapped around the base as she gave it a firm tug with the perfect amount of pressure. I wanted to feel those lips of hers wrapped around me. To see her eyes water as I shot my load down her delicate throat.
Her teeth grazed the tip as her mouth stretched wide, she took me as deep as she could go before she started gagging.
“Relax your throat, angel,” I coaxed, putting my hand on her head.The fresh buzz cut rubbed against my palm. She struggled for a moment. Her hand stroked the part of my cock that her mouth couldn’t take as her blue eyes watered. “Relax,” I said again, and this time she did, fighting her way against the gag reflex.
“Such a good fucking girl, taking my cock like that,” I praised.
She cupped my balls then, and my hips snapped forward. With a smirk on her lips, she started massaging them in her hands and fuck me I had to stop myself from shooting my load down her throat right there.
My head tilted back and I couldn’t stop myself from fucking her throat, getting off on the sound of her choking on me. She took every thrust, swirling her tongue around my tip when I pulled back, then flattening it for me so I could go deeper. Tears leaked out the sides of her eyes, but she didn’t flinch for a second. She let me use her mouth until I was shooting my hot load into her.
Her throat bobbed as she swallowed me down and I groaned with appreciation at how fucking good it felt, and how fucking hot she looked doing it.
When she stood up, she had a bead of my cum still clinging to the side of her lips. I took my thumb and wiped it, shoving it back into her mouth.
“Don’t want to waste a single drop,” I said.
And like the good fucking girl she was, she licked it off, closing her eyes like she savored the taste of my cum. Yeah, I was so fucking gone for this girl, it wasn’t even funny.
CHAPTER 33
DELILAH
John was being releasedfrom the hospital tomorrow and that internal voice of worry was getting even louder now. It felt like someone had started a countdown I wasn’t aware of. One that was going to drag me back to his clutches. But this time, I wouldn’t let that happen without a fight. We’d been training every single day, though it looked like Cain didn’t need it. He’d been preparing for this since he’d been incarcerated. I, however, felt like death warmed over with every burpee he had us do. If Kingston wanted people to believe in the devil, they should make people do those, because if there was an exercise invented by some evil deity, that was the one. I ran my hand over my buzz cut, still getting used to the feel of it. Eventually, I would grow my hair back out, but when I did, there wouldn’t be a strand present that John had touched.
“It’s going to be okay. We’ve got this,” Cain promised.
I nodded my head in agreement, but he couldn’t know that for sure. He didn’t know John like I did. Or his connections.
Going after him felt foolish, but what was the alternative? Let him keep hurting people. Even if Cain and I picked up today and made a run for it, he would still be out there. Searching for us. Inflicting himself on the innocent people around him. And if I could stopanother person from experiencing what I had to endure, I would. Even if that meant I wouldn’t make it in the process of trying.
However this turned out, at least I would know what life could have been like.
The air had taken on a bitter cold bite over the last day, snatching the warmth away with the changing of the seasons. Summer was giving way to fall, and I felt the shift deep in my bones.
“You want to go over it one more time?” Cain asked, nudging my shoulder and bringing back from my internal thoughts.
“Yeah, sorry,” I said, reflexively.
“You don’t have anything to apologize for.”
I tucked my lower lip behind my top teeth, “Habit,” I replied.
The plan was simple. Grab John when he got home from the hospital, knock him out, transport him in a rented van, and then kill him in the church. I knew where the spare key was hidden, and knew all the best spots to hide, and I knew that if I didn’t do this, I would regret it my entire life.
Cain had cameras placed all over the town, which is what he was showing me now. The two of us were hunched over the screens, surveying the feed from all different angles. It was eerie seeing Kingston like this. All black and white and grainy.
“Holy fuck. That’s my mom,” I said, sitting up and pointing at one of the screens. She was pushing a shopping cart full of groceries, lips pursed and blonde bob swaying. I hadn’t seen her since my wedding day. She hadn’t even reached out to me to see how I was. Seeing her now, you’d think I would feel sad or angry, but all I felt was pity. Imagine raising a daughter and then choosing not to know her, or be there for her, or stand up for her when she needed it. If I ever had kids, I knew I would do it differently. Those kids would never be left questioning their worth.
Cain watched me instead of the screen. “Want to add her to our revenge list?”
I turned to look at him, eyes tracking that prominent scar that was carved across his face. “No. She’s not worth it. I want her to live with the consequences of her shitty choices.”
He nodded. “We could always leave a skunk on her property though.”
I laughed. “Where are we going to find a skunk? The only wildlife I’ve seen here is that crazy squirrel that keeps attacking the porch.”
