Page 97 of Split You Open

“What was that?” She gives me a squeeze, and I tremble once, hard, with pleasure. “Oh, you’re right. I should probably get to work cleaning you up.”

She pulls her hand away.

I hate the lack of contact while simultaneously feeling relieved.

Maybe there’s hope yet that I can bottle this darker side of me back up. Or at least push it back down enough so I can’t hear its whispers in my head.

“But… I should get more comfortable first, since we’ll be here a while.”

I watch her through my good eye as she lifts up, out of my lap. Just when I think she’s going to swing a leg over and stand, Blair reaches down to push the fabric of her pajama bottoms to the side. Then, she’s lowering herself over my cock.

The minute the tip of my dick presses against Blair’s wet entrance, my thoughts scatter.

As she sinks down onto me—her pussy so hot and inviting, tight and determined to fit me—I can feel what good there is left of me become eviscerated.

When Blair’s seated completely down into my lap, I wonder which ring of hell the two of us are headed to when we die—because wherever I go, I’ll be bringing Blair with me.

Buried deep inside Blair’s sweet little cunt is the heaven men have written about in their religious text. There is nothing on the face of this earth that could possibly contend with how fucking mind-blowing and soul shattering it feels as Blair’s pussy squeezes around me.

I was fighting to keep from experiencing this? Fuck, I’d go head-to-head with Anchor right now as long as I knew I could come right back here and bury my cock into his daughter’s perfect pussy.

Maybe that insidious little whisper in the back of my head was really the sane part of me urging me to give into life’s most decadent treat. Why have I been fighting this so hard for so long?

I’m never leaving.

This is where I’ll bunker down for the rest of my life—deep inside Blair’s body.

The hearty, full-bodied moan that slips past Blair’s lips causes my cock to twitch inside of her.

“Oh, shit… Ledger. You feel just as good as I thought you would,” Blair says airily as she throws her head back and squirms on my lap.

The sick part of me practically purrs at the husk in her voice. Her pussy squeezes me again in approval.

“I guess I should get to work, huh?” she murmurs.

Leaning down, she reaches for a rag in the bowl of water she brought down. She rings it out and turns to face me. As she leans forward, she’s careful as she places a hand on my shoulder to brace herself. Her other hand comes up and she gently dabs my face with the wet cloth.

Wait, what?

She was serious about attending to my wounds right now?

It’s like she’s completely forgotten about my cock as she gently wipes the warm wet cloth across my face.

Forget the goddamn blood! Why isn’t she riding me?

No, no, no, wait! I can’t want this. Blair deserves better than the madness lurking beneath my skin. And my best friend has entrusted me with his daughter’s life—that includes her soul. Her perfect, beautiful, soul.

A soul I so desperately want to consume…

“Get. Off. Me.” I try to get across to her through my gag.

She doesn’t react or say anything.

“Blair, getoffmenow!”

I make sure she sees my glare and hears the anger I should be portraying. But damn… it’s hard to be mad with a pussy as hungry as Blair’s wrapped around my cock. Inadvertently, my dick twitches again inside of her.

Blair gives me a smirk.