Page 93 of Judas

“Our father… who art…” he begins.

“Aht aht, don’t start that shit. You’ll make my dick soft. Her sweet cunt—don’t you think she’s sweet— is well overdue for being filled with my cum. Isn’t that right, babygirl?”

Lucien’s face is red, ears even more so, which doesn’t stop me from dropping down to one knee and leaning forward so I may drag my tongue through her slit.

“You watching, Lucien? See how I devour what’s mine?”

The guy is shaking. I can feel the intensity of his vibrating ricocheting through Nadia. Exactly what I want—Lucien unhinged, savage, and utterly powerless. The same way he made her and Sadie feel when he was leading them to their graves. Psychological torment is my new favorite way to tyrannize someone.

Releasing my grip on his hair, I grab the rear of her thighs and push them to her chest—opening her up for me even more so. I can’t help but center my focus at where she’s visibly throbbing. You know when you bite into something super sweet, or so damn good, that it sends one of those uncomfortable shocks through your teeth and jaw? That’s exactly what happens when her taste blends with the profuse saliva pooling in my mouth. Having access to her this way is going to make me one insatiable fucker.

Without abandon, I angle down and swirl my tongue around her clit. Giving it a few quick flicks before I draw the swollen, throbbing, morsel into my mouth. Despite my hands holding her legs back, she still grinds against me, making me double down. Nibbling, sucking, pulling at her clit as her body begs shamelessly for me. Being the nice guy that I am, I allow her a moment to work through the powerful sensations. Whether that be her frame grinding, shaking, writhing, or simply moaning—whatever she needs.

At first, this show was more for my satisfaction. Reiterating the point to Lucien that Nadia is mine and will never belong to him. Now, however, it’s for both her and I. Lucien will recognize what she is to me one way or another. The fact that I had to physically dominate the both of them is irrelevant—I get to feel her again. No one understands how profound that is to me. To what limits I went, and the ones I broke, to be here with her. I chose her life over mine, didn’t believe I’d live to see her again, yet here we are. I’m buried between her thighs, feasting on her slick pussy and fighting with every ounce of my being to not lose sight of annihilating Lucien.

Right when I’ve had enough of Nadia squirming around, I rear back and spit on her pulsing cunt. Watching as it slides over her blood engorged flesh till it dips closer to her entrance. Amusement hits me—her pussy is so damn ravenous it desperately milks though nothing is filling her. That will be fixed soon, be patient.

My saliva continues downward, running through her arousal, gliding over the patch of skin between her pussy to her back hole. Releasing a knee, two of my fingers catch the fluid before it drips too far. Probing gently, I slide a single digit into her and feel her clamp down around it.

“Easy, Nadia. I’m not going to hurt you.” I’m speaking in the most reassuring tone possible. Feeling her grip my single fingerhas me wanting to shove another inside of her and make her cry. I’m typically a mouth man, since I don’t have to be as easy with my partner. Nothing quite like filling a throat until the neck swells and you hold their life in your hands. This woman though? I’m bound and determined to possess every fucking inch of her including this ass. I won’t be nearly as rabid as I am fucking her other two holes, but there will come a time when she will be so damn full of me she won’t be able to think.

Lucien is looking at me with the foulest glare and all it does is cause me to smirk. We lock eyes and what do I do? I push another finger into Nadia’s tight ass then take her clit back into my mouth. Owning every fucking ounce of her pleasure. Fingers pump unhurriedly at the time that my teeth scrape over her sensitive skin and she keens with unreleased tension.

“Kace, please!” she wails. At some point she moved her hands but instead of tangling them in my hair, she hooked them behind her knees and chose to keep herself open and ready.

Filthy fucking girl.

“Say my name like that again, Nadia,” I demand then press the muzzle of my mouth flush to her slick pussy and shove my tongue into her weeping hole. Her muscles squeeze and grapple at me, trying to draw me deeper inside of her empty cunt. I give her all I can , murmuring against her—promising more once I’m done feasting. She can wait a bit longer for the rest. She’s come this far, what’s a few more minutes?

Nadia whimpers a sad, deplorable plea. I know she can do better than that. I’m about to scold her lame attempt at begging when I look up and see how the tips of her fingers are beginning to lose their color. They’re digging so hard into the back of her knees, they’re pale along with the skin they’re boring into. Simultaneously, she’s quaking, breathless, and squirming. Knowing what my girl likes, I wrench back and bring my hand down sharply against her cunt. Nadia screeches and bows onLucien’s lap from the force of it. The tight peaks of her hardened nipples poke through the double-layered fabric of her bra and the shirt she put on today when she arches her chest up.

“Jesus Christ…” Lucien sneers, watching me for a few seconds longer before he turns his head and scowls at Nadia. She’s too far gone to give a flying fuck about using him as a chair… table… whatever. Hopefully he sits there and shuts the hell up—enjoy what I’m allowing him to have of MY girl.

“Want to come, baby?” Even my voice has become rougher since I started playing with her. An ache builds at the rear of my tongue and opens to my throat. The unhurried and punishing lashes of my tongue put the connective tissue to the test while I devoured her pretty pussy. It’s all puffy, flushed a deep red and delectable, all for me. Not giving her the time to respond, I latch onto her clit again and suck harder—it beats wildly between my lips, but stopping is out of the question.

“Y… yes, please!”

“Good girl,” I mummer, pulling back to let her clit pop free from my mouth. Withdrawing my fingers from her tight ass, both arms reach over my shoulders and grip the back of my shirt between my scapula. Hauling it up and tugging it off, I discretely wipe my fingers off when I stand and glance over Nada. Poor thing is so keyed up, a lady of the night waiting for her suitor.

Desperate.

Strung out.

Devout.

Lucien has his head tilted now, resting it on the back of the chair. His closed eyes are squeezing tight at the corners, probably praying to a God who doesn’t give a damn whether he lives to see tomorrow or not. Reaching out, I slap the fucker with the hand I was fingering Nadia with—incapable of containing my leer.

“You’re not done watching, because I’m not done fucking. The only way you won’t is if I blow your eye sockets out.” It was a warning, I suppose, but shifted into a threat when the same hand I slapped him with reached for the gun at the back of my pants and pulled it out.

With a finesse I’ve acquired over the past, I quickly eject the magazine and ensure it’s fully loaded before inserting it back into the grip of the gun. Following that by firmly guiding the slide back, then rack a round loaded in the chamber with a harsh snap of the metal. Nadia and Lucien both snap their attention to me, regarding me with lust filled curiosity, as well as Lucien’s blatant anger. Gray eyes fixate as I push the barrel of the gun to Lucien’s head, holding it there, finger curling and drawing the trigger back to the friction zone, ready to be fired. Full disclosure, I loathe what I see. They look so much alike. I ought to pull the fucking thing now—save the rest of the world from having to deal with the likes of this shit head.

“Keep your eyes open, nutcase. I’ll use this cunt every hour, on the hour, for the next few days if need be. Drive it into your thick fucking skull that Nadia belongs to me.”

My gaze drops down to her and I grin. She shifts, readying herself for me.Son of a bitch. There’s no fucking way I’m going to keep her waiting any longer—hell, myself for that matter. Holding the gun to Lucien's head, I use my free hand to grab and pump the length of my cock that’s still standing at stiff attention. Root to tip, root to tip, squeeze the glands a fraction until the shock wave it sends through me reaches my chest.

Not as tall as Lucien is, I have to drop down to a knee to reach her. When I do, I slide the blunt tip of my dick between her labia. Gathering the wetness at her entrance, slicking up the velvet skin before pushing in, not stopping as the wall of her cervix barricades me from moving any deeper.

“The only place my cum belongs is inside of you. Do you understand me? Doesn’t matter the hole, my cum will never exist outside of your body.”

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