Page 217 of Satan's Spawn
The both of us move together in one ragged motion: him slamming into me, me pushing back, feeling all of him, including that metal piece rubbing against the roof of my vagina.
It always brings out the most intense orgasms, and there’s no doubt I’m about to experience another one of them soon.
Two fingers find my mouth, prying it open to punish me for making him do this, but that’s okay.
I love being punished by him.
“Enjoy this moment, Little Ghost.” He grunts, still forging ahead with long vicious strokes. “Because every single one of these fuckers will be begging for my mercy thanks to you.”
The fact he truly means that only spurs me on even more.
Like a cat in heat.
Crayton releases my mouth to rub his rough thumb across my bottom lip, making me smirk against it.
“It’s fine by me,” I breathe, trying to keep up with his movements. “As long as you promise not to show an ounce to them.”
“Oh,” Crayton grips my neck, turning my head to face him. “You got my darkness in you, don’t you, Rebecca?”
My smirk turns devilish. “About ten inches deep.”
“Fuck me.” Crayton’s eyes roll before hitting me with another powerful kiss, his hips jerking as his semen warms every crevice inside me.
We sink back onto the couch, my eyes heavy and hooded, trying to gather my breath as Crayton watches.
He’s developed this way of adoring me through a fierce glare of those sapphire eyes.
It’s not typical, but I can read the look as if it was.
In one fell swoop Crayton’s cock is out of me and he’s pulling up my pants. Then his. Then he’s standing us both up, lifting me so we’re face to face.
The entire room, including Hendrix, watches us in astonishment.
“Let’s go.” The tone of Crayton’s voice is laced with hunger still, and when he turns with me to leave, I catch the glimpse of someone in the corner of my eye.
Who’s breathing rage in comparison to all those breathing surprise. I can taste the hostility from across the room on the tip of my tongue.
It’s Alexis sitting at the center of the cheer squad.
And if looks could kill, I’d be burnt toast.
So I choose to kill her with a fake smile.
Oh, I should be the better person—I know this. Especially since it’s obvious she saw what Crayton and I did. But, there’s that froward side of Rebecca Dawson nudging my ego almost as much as the cock between Crayton’s legs was a minute ago.
“You did it, Little Ghost.” Crayton seems impressed, even if it’s still mingled with some annoyance.
“Did what?” I ask him, leaving Alexis to drown in her anger.
“You showed them how a real queen fucks her king.”
35
CRAYTON
“And maybe trynotto mention you broke into the house.” Rebecca mouths off the fifteenth command on her list of the do’s and don'ts as we make our way to her Mom and Stepdad’s place.
Somehow she managed to convince my sorry ass to spend Christmas Day with her family.
