And with a few sharp grunts and ab contractions, it began to happen. With some straining and some pushing, a bit of white welled up from inside, balancing delicately at my anal hole before slipping down a meaty thigh in a slick stream.
“Awww fuck,” the alpha ground out behind me, eyes blazing as he watched the dirty sight. “Aww fuck fuck fuck.”
And I thought that’d be it. With everything that had happened tonight, I thought this was the final act, that the creampie was a fitting ending to the incredible nastiness, delicious and illicit. But as always, Mr. White pulled another rabbit from his sleeve, he’s an experienced alpha and knows exactly how he likes it. Because leaning forward, the billionaire licked up my leg, tasting the cum that had been in my butt not seconds before.
I squealed, jumping and quivering. Oh my god, oh my god, really? This was so nasty, so off-the-charts disgusting, I could hardly believe it’d happened.
But sure enough, Mr. White was leaning forwards for another taste, another lap at the hot fuck trailing from my anal hole. And he leaned back again, savoring the flavor, licking his lips with a gleam in his eye.
“That’s right honey, all of you belongs to Daddy. I’m gonna touch, taste and lick wherever I want, and that includes here,” he said, placing a big finger against my anus, burrowing slightly into my rectum.
And letting out a small scream, I came all over again. From his mere words, his insinuations, that light touch on my brown pucker, I came like a woman undone. Body bucking as my anus contracted wildly, I pulsed and shrieked, every cell in my body gloriously alive. Because I needed Jared White, I was possessed by the billionaire, one hundred percent absolutely his. So why couldn’t he see? Why was he being so stubborn with this misplaced loyalty to the brotherhood? I wanted no one but Jared … but it didn’t matter, because he didn’t want me.
CHAPTER FOUR
Jared
Fuck, I’ve lost all control. For a guy who prides himself on being in charge, I’m the one who’s tossed caution to the winds, acting like an impulsive sissy.
Because I’ve fucked Abby hard, not once, not twice, but multiple times now. Yeah, I realize I’m staying “loyal” to the brotherhood by taking her ass and not her pussy, but still. It’s something a cuck would do, a weakling with no morals.
But even knowing that hasn’t stopped me. Somehow I’ve lost my brain, I’ve become a stupid shit, banging the girl again and again, while telling myself it’s okay. And in some ways, it’s understandable because I’m absolutely the guy who will push things to the edge, forcing the opponent to cower before they lose their shit. But that’s business, and I don’t treat my brothers like that. They’re all I have, this group of billionaires are my closest friends in the world, and I was currently giving them the middle finger by ass-fucking Abby while keeping her “pristine” for the auctions.
I slumped in my chair, looking morosely at the drink in my hand. What the fuck, what the fuck. What the hell is wrong with me? Because being morally bankrupt is bad, but the problem was that I just wanted more. Abby is so beautiful, so incredible, that I want everything she has to give, and the more time I spend with her, the more I want.
But I’ve made a promise to the brotherhood. When I was inducted into the Club, we swore allegiance to one another, unfailing loyalty because what we do absolutely treads the edges of legal. Sure, it’s legal on paper, but shit, we don’t want to go before a court of law, the publicity would be so damning. Sourcing girls? A department called “Procurement,” for the specific purpose of scouting women? An auction, where females are sold to the highest bidder? Yeah, not exactly something that would play out well.
So I slumped even lower in my chair, swirling the drink in my hand. Fuck, fuck, fuck. What the fuck am I going to do? I’ve taken Abby’s ass so many times now that you’d think I’d be tired of it, that I’d be nauseated by that brown hole, the one that winks at me so sweetly. But instead, I just want more. Oh yeah, when I reamed her that first time, it was just to get her out of my system, but the plan as backfired. Now all I can think about is that aromatic pucker, the place where my dick belongs, and I’m fucking obsessed now, even worse than before. Shit.
Suddenly, a woman materialized before me.
“Another drink sir?” she hummed, smiling beatifically. Of course, just like all the female servers at the Club, she was dressed in nothing but a lacy g-string and stilettos, silver tray balanced on her arm. The girl was gorgeous, all long legs and big breasts, but I didn’t feel a thing. Normally I would have had her sitting on my cock in an instant, squealing as I pummeled her cavities, but now, it didn’t even matter. All I wanted was Abby, my thoughts were completely filled with the brunette, so I waved away the waitress, grunting noncommittally.