Page 47 of Smoke

Scarrow’s a bit more impatient than Omen. He doesn’t waste any time shoving the entire length of himself in her mouth. She wraps her lips around his veiny shaft and moans.

I’m done playing around and need to cum as much as I am tempted to edge myself all night. It was another game we liked to play. There was something so fucking arousing about denying myself release. The pain of it was orgasmic in itself.

But we have company tonight, and I don’t want to be rude.

I slide back inside her pussy just as Scarrow cums hard in her mouth. Our eyes lock again as she swallows his thick white cream.

“You’re gonna cum a third time for me now, Cherry. On my command. Okay, baby?”

She lazily lifts her head, her eyelids hooded, and nods. “Yes, daddy.”

Mmm. Well, that fucking does it. I slam into her and yank her hips up off the mattress. “Fuck.”

She screams and grinds back against me, rubbing her clit against my abdomen. “Oh, fuck. I love you too, Hawk. I’ve always loved you.”

“Now. Cum for me, baby…” I can’t hold back anymore. It bursts like a white-hot flame inside me, shooting out in thick ropes. I pinch my eyes closed so tight, I see stars behind my lids.

But the sensation of her cum coating my dick after telling me she loves me is better than any other type of sustenance a man could need. Better than food and water and air.

I used to think I needed to redeem her. That I had to make sure her soul was saved. But now, all I want is for our souls to be together. So if she’s damned to hell, then we both are. I’ll make sure of it.

Nothing and no one will ever take this woman away from me.

I release every last drop inside her.

Since she’s already in Omen’s bed, I leave her there to sleep. Before I shut the door behind Scarrow and I, we watch as he tucks her into his chiseled frame and rolls them both over into a cocoon of blankets.

“I need a shower.”

“Same.”

We step into the massive stone shower that takes up half my bathroom, each under our own showerhead. As the hot water runs down my back, I watch Scarrow soap up his body.

He eyes me as well. “Tell me more about the humiliation rituals.”

I lift my cock and massage soap into my balls as I lean against the cool tiles. “What do you want to know?”

He leans back as well, mirroring my movements. “Why do you do them?”

I see his cock swell. Interesting. “It’s a shame kink. Cherry misbehaves, sometimes on purpose, and I punish her for it in a degrading way. We both get off on it.”

His throat bobs. “I think I might like that.”

I nod. “You like being shamed or you want to be the one doing the shaming?”

He bites his lip and cups his balls. “I don’t know. Maybe both.”

I lather more of the musky soap onto my chest and abdomen. “We’ll play around and find out then. This is a safe space for that, Scar. You know that. We’ll figure out all of your kinks and desires now that Cherry has come home.”

He smiles and lets out a sigh of relief. “You missed a spot,” he teases as he gazes at my cock.

Another kink. Okay, I’ll indulge him a little.

My smirk deepens as I stroke my cock. “You okay with me making myself cum?”

“Yeah, do what you gotta do,” he rasps.

I chuckle. His gaze remains trained on my cock as I stroke it harder and faster, coaxing my orgasm out quickly. I slam back into the tiles as the spasms roll through me. I grunt as I paint the shower floor with it. It pools at my feet just before the water rinses it away.