Page 113 of Forgotten Sacrifice
I expect him to fuck me, but holds my ass cheeks togetheras he slides his dick back and forth between them. “I don’t ever want you wearing those leggings around my brother again. Nobody gets to see this beautiful ass but me.”
I grip the sheets. “Your brother’s into Bridget.”
“I don’t care. This ass belongs to me. And as soon as your punishment is over, this asshole will belong to me.”
“No fucking way am I letting your huge dick inside there.”
He groans, sliding his dick back and forth while squeezing my ass cheeks together. “Where there’s a will, there’s always a way.”
“Nothing like Vince’s words of wisdom to start off my morning.”
He spreads my ass cheeks wide, and shocks me by spitting on my asshole.
“Vince!”
He rubs his finger gently in circles, and my asshole puckers while my pussy clinches. “Tell me that doesn’t feel nice.”
Weirdly, it does feel nice. Likereallynice. He keeps applying pressure, and I moan.
Vince abruptly removes his finger.
“That doesn’t feel nice,” I grumble.
He laughs, shoving my cheeks back together as he thrusts his dick back and forth, and it’s not long before he finds his release, coming all over my ass.
“Go back to sleep while I make breakfast.”
I glance at the clock; it’s not quite six. “With fucking pleasure.”
“That’s the only pleasure you get today; do not touch this greedy little cunt, Luna. I mean it.”
I huff loudly. “Fine.”
He hustles to the bathroom and returns with a wet rag. Wiping his cum off my ass, he kisses me on the top of my head and walks out.
I feel like I’ve just fallen back to sleep when he nudges me. “Luna, get up.”
“No.” I pull my pillow over my head.
He jerks the pillow off me and tosses it across the room. “We have to pick up Kat and her friend.”
“Have fun picking up Kat and her friend.” I close my eyes.
A surprised squeal escapes my lips as Vince grabs me up and tosses me over his shoulder, carrying me to the bathroom. “My boss told me to pick up his wife and her friend. It’s an emergency situation. You have five minutes.” He places me on my feet.
“Wife? Kat and Fabio are married? Since when?”
“Since yesterday. Four minutes.”
“That question didn’t take a minute!” I call after him.
I get ready as fast as humanly possible, and we’re off.
“What happened? Why are we picking them up?”
“Don’t know.”
“Don’t know, or won’t tell?” I challenge.
