Page 68 of Sling’s Awakening

“No,” I cry, pushing my ass out toward him as I try to chase what left me.

The bed moves, and I hear Sling’s pants hit the ground before he’s back behind me, lining up his hard cock at my entrance. His fist tangles in my hair and wraps around his hand. He gives it a hard tug as he slams home.

My head flies backward as a scream tears from my throat.

Sling’s finger moves to my clit, strumming away as he sets a frenzied pace. Our skin can be heard slapping throughout the room.

“This fucking ass,” Sling grunts. “I’ll never get sick of watching it jiggle.”

My inner walls begin to flutter, clamping around him in a vice grip.

“Shit,” Sling groans, slamming into me harder. “Fucking cum, toots. Fucking cum all over my cock.”

That’s all I needed to soar over the edge.

My eyes squeeze shut and my breath catches in my throat as I milk his cock. That’s all he needed to be pushed over the edge, too. Sling slams to the hilt and releases jet after jet of cum into me.

He collapses against my back, breathing heavily as he comes down. His forehead presses into my shoulder as he places a kiss against my skin. “Shit.”

We stay like that as his dick softens inside of me until it slips out. Only then does he roll off me, landing on the bed next to me.

He pulls his comforter out from under us before pulling me flush against him and covering us up.

“You’re spending the night,” he mumbles into my hair.

“Okay,” I yawn back, too cum drunk to argue with him.

I’ll figure out the shit show turn my life has taken tomorrow.

Chapter

Seventeen

SLING

When I woke up the next morning, Blake was gone.

I fucked her so good that she knocked my ass out. I can’t remember the last time I slept so hard.

It doesn’t surprise me that she ran. I knew she would be freaked from the turn of events yesterday took, so I’ll give that to her.

Until tonight.

Tonight she’s going to learn what it’s like to be with a man like me.

“Wake the fuck up, dickheads!” I yell as I stroll into the clubhouse. “Church in ten!”

Botch groans from the couch. “Dude. You can’t just come in here fucking yelling. Have some respect for the ones who are going through it.”

I snort. “You’re not going through shit. Your old ass just can’t hang anymore.”

“I can fucking hang,” Botch grunts. “I didn’t see your ass hanging last night.”

“That’s because my ass had shit to see to.” I grab the pillow out from under his hand and smack him in the face with it. “Wake the fuck up.”

Botch grabs the pillow and throws it on the ground, glaring at me as he sits up.

“Diamond!” I yell as I head into church. “Coffee!”