22
ELIAS
As soon as we’re inside, I grab Jules by the shoulders and press her against the trailer door.
“On your knees, Little Sapphire,” I purr, my cock already half-hard with anticipation. It’s been hours since I was inside any part of my girl. I need to fix that.
She only hesitates for a fraction of a second before one corner of her mouth lifts into a mischievous smirk.
“Yes, Master,” she breathes, holding my gaze as she slowly drops down to her knees. Seeing her there, wearingmyclothes… it brings out the animal in me. I grab the short strands of her hair, pulling on them just to enjoy the sight of her head tilted at an awkward angle.
“Be a good girl. Take my cock out,” I instruct, keeping my tone mild despite the need clawing at my veins.
Jules bites her lower lip as she unbuttons my jeans and slides the zipper down. I’m not wearing anything underneath, and she has my dick out in seconds, her long, slim fingers wrapped around the root.
“That’s it,” I praise. “Show me what a desperate little slut you are. Worship my cock.”
A moan catches in her throat, and she licks her lips, squirming in place. Leaning forward, she extends her tongue and licks around the pierced crown, swirling like she’s tasting a lollipop.
“Fuck yeah,” I say through clenched teeth. “Get me nice and relaxed before the show, Little Sapphire. I want my dick soaked in your spit as I address the crowd tonight.”
She whimpers at my words, her free hand snaking down her stomach and between her legs.
“Touch yourself, Jules,” I say approvingly. “I want to see how much sucking my cock turns you on.”
I rest my other hand on the trailer door and let her take me at her own pace—for now. I have enough time to let her indulge herself before I fuck her throat and flood it with my cum.
“Aah,” I groan when she takes as much of me as she can into the velvet heat of her mouth. “That’s it. Take care of your master.”
For a moment, I close my eyes and enjoy the sensations. The feel of her tongue, the tightening of her throat, the grip of her hand—I have a fascinating woman, hot as hell, on her knees for me, giving me pleasure like it’s my due. A man could get used to this.
But then the urge to take control wins. I pull her head closer, triggering her gag reflex. Instead of fighting me, I hear the wet sounds of her fingers thrusting into her pussy. Jules’s body tenses as her eyes grow unfocused, then she’s moaning around my cock.
My balls jump.
“Did you just come, Little Sapphire?” I ask incredulously. “Does getting skullfucked do it for you?”
“Yes, Master,” she sputters obediently when I pull out of her mouth, mindful of my piercings and her teeth. “I love it when you use me.”
I suck in a breath and urge her to her feet. “Get up.”
Jules blinks at me. “I thought you wanted to come down my throat?”
“Changed my mind. I want your pussy. And then I want your ass. You’re going to watch me perform tonight, struggling to sit, the phantom imprint of my dick in all of your holes.”
Before she can reply, I spin her around and make her face the kitchen counters.
“Hold on tight,” I instruct as I pull down her borrowed boxers.
I know she’s ready for me—I heard her finger-fucking herself to orgasm. And even if she weren’t, I’m short on both patience and time. So I enter her with one rough thrust that has her back arching and her breath catching in her throat.
“Elias,” she moans, and my name has never sounded so sweet.
“That’s right, baby. You belong to me now. Your throat. Your sweet pussy. Your tight ass.”
I punctuate with hard thrusts designed to have her on the edge again in no time. I’m still fucking her when I reach for the bottle of olive oil and pour it over her crack. Jules hisses as the cold liquid makes contact, but she doesn’t question me.
So obedient. I know she’s going to do well tonight, show my brothers she’s choosing me.
