Page 170 of Relentles
Not that it mattered. Jealousy punched Char so hard that anger blurred her vision. She crawled over the sobbing bitch, then lowered her pussy onto her mouth.
“Lick me,” she snarled, “or I will fucking kill you. And you better not bite me.”
Wiggling, Char gritted her teeth at the first hesitant brush of tongue over her clit. Roddie continued fucking her, meeting Char’s gaze and holding it, daring her to look away.
He slammed into her pussy, exciting Char to ride the girl’s mouth faster. Roddie’s grunts fueled her jealousy. She ground harder until her orgasm burst over her and pussy juice poured out of her at the same time ecstasy washed over Roddie’s face and his body stiffened.
Turning over, he wiped the sweat from his face, his chest rising and falling from the exertion.
Char lifted herself away. Her legs were still shaky from her orgasm and her cum coated her thighs, but she was too angry to care. Stalking to her stiletto, she swiped it and returned to the whore Roddie turned into her rival the moment he decided to fuck her.
The first blow from the thin, razor-sharp heel pierced the bitch’s fleshy stomach. Roddie lifted himself on an elbow and watched. By the time Char finished, she was spattered withblood from all the holes she’d made in the now-dead woman’s body.
Standing, his cock rock hard again, Roddie came to Char and snatched the broken shoe from her hand, throwing it aside. Her other toy didn’t make a sound. Maybe, she’d fainted. Or, maybe, she thought remaining silent would save her from her fate.
“Still my jealous little bitch, huh, Char?” Cleaner said, caressing her jaw.”
She scoffed. “You’re twenty-two.I’molder.”
Lucas was twenty-three now.
Roddie shrugged. “Only by four years.”
He dragged her to the lectern, pausing to turn on the mic, before turning her toward it. “Grip each side, Charlemagne,” he ordered, his voice so similar to Lucas that it sent chills down her spine. “I want to hear you scream over the loudspeakers.”
“Keep talking to me, baby,” she demanded, not caring about her bloodied hands and body. She wanted to close her eyes and pretend Lucas fucked her.
Roddie licked the back of her neck, gliding his fingers between her legs and dipping a finger into her hot hole. “I love your juicy cunt, Char.”
Her nostrils flared and she tipped her head back, digging her fingers into the wood. “Lick it from behind.”
“You’ve had your cat eaten already. I want ass first.”
She moaned. “Come in me. Ass, mouth, or pussy, I don’t care. Cum is the only thing that cools me.”
His finger circled her clit, spreading her juices, then dug into her body again, his thumb massaging the entrance to her ass.
“Fuck menow.”
He laughed, his breath warm against her ear, and widened her thighs. His broad dick head teased the entrance of her pussy before he slid into her fully.
“God!” she cried, her voice echoing around the cavernous church.
He pulled out of her, and Char felt the emptiness immediately.
“Don’t stop,” she whined.
“I’m not,” he murmured, and buried himself in her ass.
“Aaaahhhhh,” she groaned, shivers wracking her, caught between pleasure and pain.
When he slammed into her, she pushed, quickly adjusting to his cock. His hard, brutal fuck left her torn and bloody. Once he came, he pulled away and she fell to her knees, her vision blurred by tears.
But when she caught her breath and ignored the pain, she looked at her toys. One dead by her hand and one alive waiting to be fucked and disposed.
And Char Banks, first lady of Light of the World Church, exalted in her power, breaking into peals of laughter at her satisfaction.
Part Two – Saints & Sinners
