Zander
When I finally wake up, it's late afternoon and I growl that I've missed half the day. I get out of bed and shower, finally pounding one out to the image of her blue eyes as she came.
I get to the kitchen and almost cum again when I smell the coffee and bacon. I walk in and find Selene at the stove with just my t-shirt on, her long tanned legs on display as she cooks the bacon.
Darius chuckles when he sees me gawking.
"She's a fucking sex maniac," he tells me as Selene turns to look at me.
"Good morning." Her voice is so fucking sexy and husky.
"Morning." I mumble and head for the coffee machine.
I don't want to look at her standing there looking satisfied in my shirt when I attributed nothing to that state, and the sight of the small cuts on her neck has me boiling inside. Santos really laid into her, and Darius too if the rope burns around her wrists mean anything.
"Your daddy has called and summoned me to your big ole house," she says, her words laced heavy with sarcasm. "Bet he misses this pussy.”
“He’d be fucking stupid not to,” Darius chuckles and gets up to leave the kitchen.
The anger that comes over me at her words is fucking swift, and I grab her blonde hair in my hand and haul her over to face me.
“Do you think I need to hear about some whore fucking my father?” I snarl into her face, my spit hitting her cheeks.
“Why are you so pissed if I’m just a whore?” She’s calm, unfussed by my violent outburst. Like she knows she can take me on.
The thought has me rock hard in my pants and I drag her in closer, pressing into her stomach.
“Because you’ve ridden almost every dick but mine.” I’m shocked at my admission.
“All you have to do is ask,” she purrs up at me and I release my hold on her hair.
“Whatever.” I turn my back and take a few deep breaths. “What time are you going there?”
“Same time as before. Midnight,” she answers and begins to hum as she cooks.
I can’t be in this room with her right now while she’s looking thoroughly fucked, because my cock has ideas and I can’t seem to get a grip on my sanity with her around.
“Get dressed and let’s plan this shit out,” I grumble.
“I have no clothes because your psycho friend decided it would be fucking fun to cut them off me.”
Fucking Santos.
“I’ll grab you some pants.” I’m out of the kitchen and the air feels clearer, not so cloyed with her scent.
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It’s no better seeing her in my shirt and pants as she moans over bacon, sucking the grease off her fingertips. All of us - even Blaze - are squirming in our fucking seats and refusing to look away. She eats like she’s perpetually stoned, enjoying every fucking morsel.
“I need to fill your mouth again,” Darius groans, and I watch as he grabs onto his cock.
“Same,” Santos moans.
“Fuck off,” Blaze growls and slams his fist onto the table. “These women, these children, need our help and instead of making a plan, you’re lusting after a fucking hooker.”
The room falls silent and I can feel the tension thicken.
“That’s not very nice, scary man,” Selene says, popping her fingers out of her mouth. “I have my plan and I’ve had it for a long fucking time.”