As I pop them open, my eyes clock his tattoo. I hate this man, but the thought of getting some pleasure overrides the anger. His dick springs up and bobs in the air. So far, I don’t think this crazy fucker owns a pair of underwear?
I wrap my hand around his shaft and give a slow experimental pump before taking it in my mouth. He tastes like soap and manly musk. It’s not horrible, better than some dicks I’ve sucked.
I lick around his head and delve my tongue into his slit before giving it a suck. He moans out as his fingers dig into my flesh and pull my hips closer until his warm wet tongue glides up my slit.
The contact has me moaning like a truck stop whore around his head. My body relaxes into the feeling as pleasure races through my nerves, and I take more of him in, laving up the underside and caressing the veins.
B doesn’t stop licking me, teasing around my entrance before flicking my clit with his stiff tongue. I’m a puddle of moans and whimpers as I rock my hips.
Goddamn, at least his mouth is good at something other than talking shit.
I get in a rhythm, bobbing my head, hollowing my cheeks and rolling my hips to ride his face. Switching from being soft and hard sucks, letting him hit the back of my throat.
I can feel wetness sliding down my thighs and not just from his spit. My body is getting turned on. Suddenly he pulls back, and I grumble in disappointment.
“Your taco tastes fucking delicious. It makes me wonder how an actual taco made of your flesh would taste. Would it be as spicy as your smart mouth?” He wraps his fingers in my hair and forces me off his dick.
He pushes my hips down, settling me over his dick facing his feet. I rise up on my knees andreach between my legs to grip and position him at my dripping hole.
I was close and deserve this small slice of pleasure. People hate fuck all the time, and that’s what I would call this. I don’t have to like him to ride him.
I sink down, taking his tip inside me. We both let out a blissful sigh. I stay still for a moment, enjoying the stretch, my walls pulsating.
B doesn’t care about taking it slow, and his grip is near bruising as he slams me down on his dick. I cry out at the sudden pain of being ripped open, but the pain mixes with pleasure. He moves me up and down, and soon I’m bucking and riding him without guidance.
The room is filled with our moans of pleasure and the musk of our sin. My orgasm is simmering under the surface, and I clench my walls around him, which earns me a slap on the ass.
“Oh fuck, Red, I could live in your fucking beaver forever.”
He death grips my hips and thrusts up into me like a feral animal. I scream out as he plows up into me, digging my nails into his thighs as I hold on for dear life. I never been fucked likethis before, and I love how hurt and bliss mixes at the same time.
B thrusts up and stills as he roars out, cum shooting inside me. It sets me off, and I scream out as the waves of my orgasm flood my body.
I sit there shaking as I pant, both of us taking in raspy breaths. After a moment he lifts me off of him, cradling me to his body as he stands. He drops me on the cot and clips the chain on my foot. I’m too exhausted from the fuck to move or argue with him.
He tucks his dick away and straightens his clothing. “Al will be down soon. You still have much to learn. At least you know how to ride a cock,” he heads for the door, and it opens for him with a click.
“Good luck. Round two of your games starts soon.” Then he leaves me there dripping his cum as my mind tries to prepare for what’s coming.
Chapter 22
It’s been two hours since Bravo fucked her senseless, it was hot as fuck and I jacked my cock twice to the footage already. I know she’s sleeping, but it’s time to start today’s plans.
The three of us stand outside her door and I’m holding the same gun I gave her less than two weeks ago.
“Red will win this time, she almost had it before.” I say, looking up from my phone and handing it to Charlie. He pockets it then uses his own to unlock the door.
When I step in, Red wakes up, looking at me as she lays on her side. Thedark circles around her eyes make them look sunken in. Her skin is paler than before her isolation, making the cuts and bruises stand out more.
I pull out the gun again and watch as her eyes widen into saucers. Taking it apart, starting with the slide, followed by the barrel, spring and firing pin.
I let them fall to the dirt as I do, then I take out the rubber round and toss it a little further than the rest of the pieces. “The game starts now.”
As I leave, I hear her rush from the bed towards the pieces before the door closes. Charlie and Bravo watch the show on Bravo’s phone, and I lean over their shoulders.
Red’s quick snapping the gun together, the first three pieces take no time at all. She struggles with the slide for a minute as that was the part she didn’t get to do last time.
Then Red stretches herself out flat and reaches for the round, using the gun to flick it towards her. She grabs it with a smile on her face and pops it in.
