Page 116 of Massacre Monday

When she pauses to reach for my phone on the nightstand, a frustrated groan vibrates my ribs, but she laughs and shakes it in the air.

“Film this.”

My hands remain at my sides. “Nofuckingway.”

“I want you to this time.”

“Listen, once was enough for me. If they find a second video…”

“They won’t. And this time, they’ll know you were beggingmeto suck your dick. Turn it on.”

“Shit…” I take the device from her and put it on record, my heart beating more in my cock than my chest. It takes a few more jerks as she fully uncovers my length, then grasps it in her hand.

“What do you say?” she asks, those whiskey eyes staring up into mine through the camera lens.

It takes me a moment to recover from her pleading face as she leans over and breathes on the reddened crown. Veins bulge on the sides, begging for her to put more of that moist mouth over me. “Please, please, Pen. Put your lips around it.”

She hums. “I need more.”

“Beautiful, smart, badass P.I.C…Pleasesuck my dick. I love you.”

“Holy shit, Ryan! What is this?”

I startle as her eyes glance down at my lower abs. Then, a bright smile comes across my lips. “My tattoo.”

“It says P.I.C., but they messed up theI. It looks like anL.”

My metal-covered hand reaches for her innocent face and strokes her cheek, then brushes her hair back. “Yeah.”

When she turns her gaze back up to mine, she has tears muddling her lower lids. “You-you got my nickname above your dick?”

“I said it was yours.”

A grin quirks her mouth as she lowers toward me and swirls her tongue around the head.

My neck bows toward the ceiling as I release a breathy curse, my fingers trailing through her hair to help guide her. But this time, she doesn’t need as much coaching. Pen slips her mouth around me, taking me down as far as she can. I don’t even know if the camera is capturing it because I’m so focused on feelinggoodfor the first time in days.

She bobs slowly on me at first, dousing my length. Then, she plunges lower in a perfect rhythm. The whimpers I make are both from the ache of my ribs rattling, abs tensing, and my cock feeling like it’s finally in heaven. Tingles shoot down both of my legs, numbing the agony occurring up top.

It’s odd, feeling both pleasure and pain. But I like it.

“Fuck, you’re so good at that. Must have had an amazing teacher,” I say through a groan.

With her most sultry look, she pauses long enough to say, “He was harsh at first, but I learned to love him.”

“Say that with your mouth full of my cock.”

She works herself back down and moans her love around my girth, the sound traveling straight to my balls. Like a spasm, my hips jerk up until I bang against the back of her throat. Pen gags slightly but swallows and tries again.

Then, things get sloppy.

Erotic slurps cut through the air while I try to maintain focus holding up the phone, but then forget it and toss it to the otherside of the bed. My nuts beg for release with every suction from her lips, growing deeper and harder.

“I want to please you…” I whisper.

She shakes her head and argues while my dick is down into her windpipe.

“I’m gonna come and you won’t… Pen, baby.Please.” It’s too late. I’m choking, spitting, and mumbling as ecstasy surges throughout my body and ribbons of cum shoot out from the tip, straight down into her belly.