“Yes, Master,” I breathe. His shaft kicks in my hand, giving me proof of just how much my calling him that turns him on.
Strong fingers twine into the short strands of my hair, tugging until I lift my eyes to meet his.
“Maybe you need to change the color of your hair, Jules. You’re no harmless bird. You’re a sly fox.”
He leans in to give me a savage kiss that curls my toes and leaves me breathless by the time he’s done plundering my mouth.
“Get to work,” Elias orders with a smirk that should be infuriating. Instead, it makes me want to kiss it off his face.
I settle for kissing his cockhead before taking it fully into my mouth. Humming, I suck and stroke him, my other hand exploring his tattooed abs. Looking up into his pale gray eyes, I start licking him like a popsicle, tracking his piercings with my tongue.
“Stop being a brat, Jewel,” Elias groans. “Take it deep. Bob on it like the hungry cumslut you are.”
I am—I’m starving for his cum, and I want to earn it. I swirl my tongue around the tip of his cock before taking it in as deep as I can.
“Fuck, yes,” Elias hisses when I gag. His fingers are still in my hair, holding my face against his crotch. “Breathe through your nose, Jules. That’s it.”
I’m so wet again, I can feel it soaking Elias’s jacket. The thought of staining his clothes with my juices makes my empty tunnel clench over nothing.
“You want to come, baby?” Elias asks in a mocking tone. Since my mouth is stuffed full of dick, I can only blink at him, mewling desperately. His low laugh sets my cheeks on fire. “Such a needy girl. No matter how many times I make you come, you’ll always be hungry for more, won’t you, Jewel?”
I hum in the affirmative, then squeal when he reaches between my legs and pinches my swollen clit.
“Look at this soaked pussy, my god. Who’s this blowjob for, Jules, me… or you?”
When he enters me with one long finger, I close my eyesin pleasure. Thankfully, he doesn’t seem to need my input. I’m moaning around his dick, the wet sounds of his cock fucking my throat louder than the cutesy ride music playing over the speakers.
Elias isn’t silent either. His groans and filthy words of praise, mixed with the perfect amount of degradation, are better than any porn I’ve seen.
“I love making this desperate cunt come, Little Sapphire,” he says as he adds a second finger. “My favorite thing in the world.”
His grip on my hair finally loosens, and I pull back to take in greedy gulps of air. The rush of oxygen to my brain almost makes me come, the tunnel spinning around us like we’re back at the funhouse.
Strings of saliva and precum connect my mouth to his cock, and even though it’s certainly wet enough, I still spit on it.
“Shit,” Elias barks, his fingers slamming inside me, hitting my most sensitive spot with expert precision. “Filthy fucking girl.”
All I do is moan and take him into my mouth again, bobbing my head and pumping his shaft with the same rhythm as his fingers inside me, hitting that spot over and over, and…
“Fuck, I’m gonna come,” I manage to whimper, before he fills my mouth again.
Elias grunts, his abs tensing under my exploring hand. “Take my load down your throat, Jewel. Every. Last. Drop.”
He punctuates his words with thrusts that have him hitting the back of my throat, and then we’re coming together. My muscles tighten and release, his creamy, salty pulses filling my mouth to the same beat.
Elias’s fingers stroke me until I come down from my high, and I suck and lick the last of his cum from his still-hard rod.He pulls my head up by my hair. His pale eyes are languid, his breathing deep and even.
“Are you with me, baby?” Elias asks as the boat gently approaches the platform. He helps me out, and I have an excuse to look away from his piercing gaze, even if for just a moment.
Can I do this? Can I blow up my life to be with some serial vigilante killer I hardly know? And what I do know isn’t great. He’s clearly unhinged, and I don’t think his brothers are any saner. Not that I blame them.
“Jules?” Elias asks, his voice low. “You have to talk to me.”
Then again, what would I really be giving up? I’m not attached to the bungalow I rent, and I’m on the road chasing a story more often than not. I can easily find interesting things to write about while traveling with the carnival.
And then there’s my family… No, I can’t think about that now. This night has been surreal enough already, like I was dropped into a horror movie.
Fuck… I can’t believe I’m even considering this.
