“You,” she whines. “Please, you, it’s yours, please, let me come.”
“Gladly,” I murmur.
Pressing down on her lower back until she’s bent over the dishes, I position my head between her legs again, ready to devour her.
Groaning, I lick her like a starving beast, messy, sloppy, zero finesse. I stroke my cock with an erratic rhythm as she squirms over my mouth, chasing her release.
“Yes, yes, right there. Oh, fuck. Elias!”
Shit, I take it back. That’s the sweetest thing I’ve ever heard, this beautiful creature falling apart for me, screaming out my name like a prayer. I release my cock and squeeze my balls to the point of pain as Jules rides out her orgasm, rides my face like it’s her Harley.
I can’t take it anymore.
With a growl, I get to my feet, spread her open, and thrust in.
“Ah!” she screams at the invasion, a pitiful little whine leaving her mouth as I settle as deep as I can go, my pelvis flush against her soft ass.
I’m panting in her ear, clenching my jaw as I fight for every second I give her to adjust. She’s still fluttering, aftershocks of her orgasm dancing over my dick. The need to move, to come inside her, mark her from the inside… It’s overwhelming.
When her muscles relax, I finally begin moving, shallow thrusts at first, then harder, deeper ones. The plates and glasses rattle on the table as I pound into her. In the window, I can see her perky tits bounce with our movements, so I snake my hand under her top and bra, grabbing a stiff nipple and pulling on it in time with my strokes. My other hand moves between her legs, where she’s wet and hot, where she’s taking me so perfectly.
“You feel even better than I imagined, Little Sapphire,” I groan into her ear before biting down on her earlobe and tugging.
Her breathy moans spur me on, and I continue my assault on her pussy, on her breast, moving my lips to her neck and nibbling on it while I fuck her into the table.
“Are you going to come for me, Jules?”
“Yes,” she moans softly.
“What’s that? I didn’t hear you. Or do you need an audience? I’m sure my brothers would be thrilled to watch you fall apart for me.”
I realize I called them my brothers, but she must not notice the slip. Her pussy strangles my dick in response to my words.
“Oh fuck, oh fuck,” she whines, trembling in my arms. I’ve never had anyone as vocal as she is, as responsive. I’m afraid I might get addicted to it. How could anything compare to this shining jewel?
“Come with me,” I tell her, speeding up my strokes, rubbing her clit faster, tugging on her nipple harder. “Come while I flood your tight pussy so hard you’ll be leaking my cum for days.”
“Yes!” Jules screams, her channel clenching so hard, I struggle to move. It doesn’t matter, though. With a roar, I explode inside her. I shoot so hard I think I’m going to black out, my back bowing with released pressure.
It’s not until my pulse stops racing that I realize we didn’t use protection.
What the fuck is she doing to me?
10
JULES
Elias very nearly fucked my brains out. Because why am I cuddling up next to a guy whose carnival I’m investigating for disappearances that screamserial killer? And it’s a good thing I have my birth control implant, because there were no barriers between us tonight.
How do condoms even work with those piercings?
Focus, Jules! Stop thinking about his magic dick.
I have to remember why I’m here.
A trusted source brought a string of small-town disappearances to my attention a few months ago. Disappearances, all male, older, all with no clues left behind but the occasional graffiti of what looked like outtakes from sermons. And a lot of them seemed to be swept under the rug—if they hadn’t been, maybe someone would have made this connection sooner.
Not every town Seven Sins visited had a disappearance. But every disappearance had the carnival in town when it happened.
