Page 92 of Judas

“See that, Lucien? This is what she looks like being mine.”

“A whore’s deed does not equate ownership—disgusting sow.”

“How much you want to bet I can make her squeal?”

Feeding my fingers further into her mouth, the pointer and middle slide over the rear of her tongue and she gags. It’s a spine-bowing, hands clenching, mouth watering gag.

“Lord have mercy!” Lucien jolts under Nadia but it doesn’t do much since her weight, added to his, keeps the chair planted on all fours. Her eyes are heavy, filled with tears, fluttering slightly—yet she’s still sucking. Passing my tongue over my bottom lipthis time, I almost start panting when Nadia begins rocking. Back and forth, deeper, in and out, treating the digits like my swollen dick—drooling around them. To tease her, I pull them back and chuckle when the greedy girl ends up chasing after them. Reluctant to have her cock sucker empty and not being used like it was created for.

With my other palm holding her steady, I allow her to suck them and please me a bit longer. Watching Lucien closely, I observe a look of disgust wash over his aging features. Abruptly, I shove Nadia forward. Her lust-glazed eyes widen when she finds herself nose-to-nose with Lucien. He instinctively leans back but I’m not giving either of them a single inch of leeway.

Driving my fingers down her throat again, she gags harder. Lewdly retching, drool flooding her mouth and over her bottom lip where she attempts to slurp it up. Again, and again and again, I abuse her reflexes. Filthy girl clamps around my fingers to stop the madness, sucks for her, I’m having too much fun. I cannot wait to have my dick so far down her throat that my testicles rest on her chin and she stops breathing.

With a firm yank, I haul her back to me, letting my digits slip from her lip. Thick strings of saliva keep us connected until they snap and drop to the fabric of her shirt and soak into the cotton. Poor thing gasps for air, desperately gulping for it as if I’ve kept her submerged under a torrent for far too long. Awarding my good girl a moment, both of our eyes slide over to Lucien, witnessing the fury hitting him with a violent wave. From my peripherals, I can see Nadia’s tongue rake along her bottom lip, lapping up her drool—not wasting a drop.

Good girl.

Assuring Lucien understands, our eyes lock and I dish out my declaration. “Mine.” Unfortunately for him, I’m not done. I’m going to drive this point home. When he walks out of here, he will understand that she belongs to me; that her ‘whore deeds’do mean I fucking own her. From head to toe, front to back, inside and motherfucking out.

“Hands, baby. Use them.”

She understands my order once I help her sit up straight and move to her left side where I am more accessible to my filthy girl. Wasting not a single damn second, Nadia twists and grabs the belt of my tactical pants. The quick release buckle pops open and falls to the side, surrendering the button and the zipper she frantically snaps and drags down.

Damnit, I’ve always loved how enthusiastic she was for me. From the first moment she took my cock into her domineering hand and stroked me until I fell apart, to now. Seventeen years, pfft, who the fuck cares. I have her now, and she will scream for me before I’m done today. Her cries will haunt Lucien for the rest of his shitty ass life.

“Hungry, Nadia?” I ask when she reaches behind the dark green cotton of my boxer briefs and withdraws my hard, vein-lined cock. Nadia wraps me up in a heavy though controlled stroke, manipulating the velvet-soft skin with an expert caress. Reverently, I pin her hair out of her face and hold the thick locks at the back of her cranium in a makeshift ponytail. Color me amused when the fiend blocks me out and hones in on the way she’s gliding her hand effortlessly over the smooth skin of my dick. Focused on me, the tip leaking pre-cum, anticipating being buried in her smart fucking mouth or in her hot cunt.

I want to believe she’s remembering the few times we were together and lets herself think about the future. Like I have for years, abstaining from any sort of contact. Saving the next explosive orgasm for her greedy body. Staying away from her, honoring her boundaries since we found her nearly dead, has been difficult to say the least. Never want her to feel unsafe or uncomfortable with me, but listen…I can’t stop how my body reacts to her in my vicinity. Still, I waited patiently for her tocome to me. I may have had to take charge for us to get this far tonight, but you won’t catch me complaining. If she wants to wait, then we will wait. Expectantly, I anticipate her answer. Whatever it ends up being, I will respect it, but she WILL answer me before anything else happens.

“Yes,” she whispers and my body responds on its own. Hips pushing forward, prompting her to do what I know she’s so good at doing.

A memory assaults me the second her eyes meet mine and she drags the flat of her tongue up the underside of my dick. All the way to my flared tip then swirls her slick muscle along the oversensitive skin. In my flashback I’m in my cell, her arms spread out to the side and restrained. Tears dripping over her cheeks, some landing on the front of her guard uniform. Time was of the essence then, never wanting her to get caught being with me. Fearing for her livelihood and freedom.

My, how times have changed.

“Unclean whore,” Lucien grinds out, trying to look in every other direction except the one where he will see his sister taking me into her mouth. Must feel like a slow-motion train wreck taking place in front of him. It’s disastrous, sends his blood pressure spiking, fear searing through him, but by God he wants to look.

Nadia greedily takes me to the back of her throat, like I knew she would, which was the sole reason I was finger fucking that hot as hell mouth of hers. To get her reflexes ready for something with a bit more girth to raid her throat. She doesn’t do half-ass when it comes to much of anything. Not sex, not oral, nothing—giving her all in every situation. Which reminds me; that ass of hers is going to stretch around me before everything is all said and done. Lucien wants to say she’s unclean, then I will make her the dirtiest harlot he has ever had the displeasure of knowing.

Hardening more in her mouth, I coerce her all the way down until her nose is squished against my pelvis, and let a moan of my own slip free. Trapping her there, she keeps my dick warm while I address Lucien. Trying to work through the sensations of her flexing throat without losing my damn mind.

“Feels so damn good defiling your sister. Letting her suck on my cock while you watch me drip down her throat. What does the Bible say about this, Lucien? Something along the lines of ‘it is better to cast your seed in the belly of a whore than spill it on the ground’?”

Lucien bristles at that, which only makes me keep going.

“Belly, womb, her ass. My seed is going everywhere. I’m going to pump her full of it until it’s oozing out of each of her holes, all to spite you. How does that make you feel? Murderous?”

Shoving Nadia away, she coughs for a breath, finally sucking one in. Pulling her to her feet, I slap her hands out of the way when she tries to push at me.

A little mock fight? Oh baby, I’ll play.

I snag the waistband of her pants, some jegging-type bullshit that hugs her curves, and yank them down her legs as she wobbles. Grabbing her now bare hips, I turn her around and push her back down onto Lucien’s lap—sitting her there.

He struggles against his restraints and turns his head, like he’s repulsed by the naked half of her. Directing her back further, she’s propped up against his chest and right arm, ass balanced on his left thigh. She’s a quick learner, I give her that—her beautiful orbs focused on me and nothing else. Thankful she’s shoeless, I remove the lame excuse for pants off the rest of the way. Flinging the garment over my shoulder, I look at her sprawled across his lap. I know she said she didn’t want to share, and I agreed, but seeing her this way is driving me feral.

Fisting Lucien’s lengthy hair, I jerk him back where he can watch what I’m going to do to her. The fingers Nadia sucked onearlier brush through her slick cunt, putting a bit of pressure on her hood, drawing small and tight circles. She moans at that, hips wiggling for more. Giving my good girl what she wants, I push them into her, hooking them upward into the sweet spot behind her clit. Stroking it firmly as she keens, hips that have spread slightly start thrusting selfishly up to my hand.

Forcing Lucien to observe, I pull my fingers from Nadia and smear them across Lucien’s irritating face. Snail trailing her arousal along his mouth and nose. Fucker thinks she belongs to him, then he should at least know what she tastes and smells like.

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