I want him to hear it all. I want him to know he is nothing. That she came on top of him while I buried myself inside her, while I made her forget every second of pain he ever caused. And when I'm finished, when she is safe and spent in my arms, I'm going to tear that trunk open and show him what the fuck consequences look like.
No begging. No mercy. Only pain.
She drops to her knees without asking, her hands sliding up my thighs as she leans forward and takes me into her mouth.
I suck in a breath through clenched teeth.
Her lips are warm and swollen from everything I just did to her. Her mouth works me slow at first, then deeper, her tongue dragging along the underside of my cock like she knows exactly how close I already am. Her eyes stay locked on mine the entire time, dark and blown wide, daring me to come down her throat.
Her throat flexes as she takes me deeper.
I thread my fingers through her hair and tighten my grip, holding her exactly where I want her while she hollows her cheeks and takes me deeper. Her lips stay sealed around me, her tongue moving slow, she knows exactly how to pull it out of me. Her body still trembles from her orgasm, small aftershocks running through her, but she doesn't pull away. She stays there and takes it like she wants everything I give her.
The pressure builds fast.
It drags tight through my body, heavy and impossible to ignore, until it snaps.
My grip locks in her hair as I drive deeper, a rough breath tearing out of my chest as I come. My release hits her hard, flooding her mouth in thick, pulsing waves. I feel it spill across her tongue, feel the way her throat flexes around me as I fill her, each pulse heavier than the last.
I hold her there and watch it happen, watch the way her lips stay wrapped tight while her breathing breaks through her nose. My cum fills her mouth completely, gathering behind her cheeks as I keep going, slower now but just as intense, dragging every last pulse out.
It keeps coming. Until there is nothing left.
I ease my grip just enough to pull back, watching the way my release lingers on her lips before she closes them again, holding everything I give her.
She doesn't swallow.
She keeps it there, cheeks full, her chest rising and falling as her eyes lift to mine, like she knows exactly what she is doing to me by holding it.
I already know what she is going to do.
I pop the trunk.
The scream comes instantly, hoarse and panicked, ripping out of Elliot the second the lid opens and cold air hits his face. He is still alive, blood smearedeverywhere like he has been rolled in it. His eyes go wild when the light hits him.
Elliot screams.
The sound tears out of him, his head snapping back as panic and pain hit all at once.
Brooke turns slowly, then leans forward and spits straight into his mouth.
My cum and her saliva mix.
Hot and thick, it lands past his lips, forcing its way in as it blends with the blood already coating his face, some of it spilling back out as he chokes on it.
“Enjoy your last meal, motherfucker.”
Elliot tries to scream again. It doesn't sound human anymore. It sounds like what happens when fear finally understands it is out of options.
Brooke slams the trunk shut.
I zip my pants without rushing, then look at her.
Her chest is still rising fast. Her eyes are wild and bright.
I smile at her before I can stop myself.
God, I love her.
