Page 76 of Conjure

Sinking lower on the couch, he palms it. “Ride me, Camryn.” He curls his fingers around my wrist when I’m within reaching distance and pulls me down onto his lap. “Fuck me until you come all over my dick.”

As he guides me over his hard length, I dig my fingers into the couch behind him. “Are you going to let me be in charge?” My voice is anything but collected. Rough and scratchy from screaming.

He stares up at me from beneath his lowered lashes, his fingers twitching on my hips. “What do you think?”

Dominic will never let me be in charge. It’s not in his nature to give up control. He proves as much when he sinks me down onto his cock with his lip trapped between his teeth.

A breath whooshes out of him, and he releases his lip. “Fuck, this pussy is going to be the death of me.”

Pleasure heats my core, tightening like a coil as my head falls back. He sets the pace, guiding me over his cock, his hungrymouth latching onto a nipple. Sucking and biting and bringing me closer to the edge.

He releases the hard bud with a pop and looks up at me with a filthy smile. “Hear those wet sounds? That’s how much your sore cunt loves my dick. It can’t get enough, can it?”

My head shakes in agreement, but all I can manage is a pathetic whimper, too drunk on him to engage in conversation while his cock tears through me.

“Look at me, Sis,” he orders when my eyes threaten to fall closed. “You gonna come on my cock?”

I nod again, and he smacks my cheek then grips my chin. “Use your words.”

“Yes,” I answer breathily before whimpering. He’s back to moving my hips over his lap, his cock gliding against my walls in a maddening rhythm.

“What do you want, baby?”

“Choke me.”

He slips his slick dick out, then wraps his fingers around my throat and slides his hard length through my pussy lips, over and over again, rubbing against my clit. The pleasure mounts, coiling like a spring.

I free-fall, arching and trembling as cum explodes from his dick in an arc, his release raining over my chin and chest in quick spurts.

He bruises my hip and throat with his tight grip as a guttural groan vibrates his chest. We breathe heavily, staring at each other while recovering from the receding euphoria and madness.

Dominic palms my cum-smeared tits, kneading the swollen mounds and pinching my nipples between his fingers and thumbs. “Perfection,” he drawls, sliding his hand through the cum all the way to my throat and swiping his thumb through the drops on my chin. “I love seeing you marked and covered in me.”

I open my mouth to reply when my eyes swing past him to the doorway, and I freeze.

Wilfred stands with a shotgun in his hands, and the audible click it makes as he loads it has Dominic stiffening beneath me.

“Well, well, what do we have here,” Wilfred sneers around the toothpick in his mouth as he enters the room.

TWENTY-TWO

DOMINIC

Twisting my head,I look over the back of the couch. Wilfred’s dirt-smeared face tilts to me, and he smirks. “A dead boy walking and his whore.”

His eyes crease at the corners before his attention returns to Camryn’s breasts.

Fury turns my vision red. I guide Camryn off my lap before slowly rising to my feet and turning to face him.

“Cover your tits,” I order Camryn, my voice deadly calm.

Wilfred shifts the toothpick left to right with his tongue, a toothy smile spreading across his lips when his eyes meet mine.

I’m going to kill him slowly for seeing her naked and covered in my release. No one sees her without clothes on and lives to tell the tale.

Not anymore.

Wilfred gestures impatiently with the gun. “You, darlin’, over there.”