Total pages in book: 109
Estimated words: 124255 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 621(@200wpm)___ 497(@250wpm)___ 414(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 124255 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 621(@200wpm)___ 497(@250wpm)___ 414(@300wpm)
Gritting my teeth, I turned to find Jules buckass naked, her shaved pussy taunting me, cupping her fake tits as two arms hugged her waist from behind, the fingers reaching down to strum at her clit. Those experienced fingers belonged to Tiff. My cock was rock hard, painfully hard.
“Got business,” I said curtly. “You’ll have to lick each other’s clits tonight.”
“Aww, we always do, baby. It’s just more fun with you watching and fuckin’ our asses is all,” Tiff said as she lifted her fingers and sucked Jules’s juices into her mouth. Jules immediately turned ‘round, planted her mouth over Tiff’s, and, groaning, pushed her backward into my private room.
Swiveling my chair back to the bar, the prospect stood, mouth gaping at the scene, and slowly put down my bucket of coffee. I cleared my throat and lifted an eyebrow. The kid flustered and set to wipe down the countertop.
As I raised my coffee to my mouth, he cautiously asked, “No offense, Ky, but what the hell business you got to pass on fucking them?”
Knocking the hot liquid back in one, I slammed down the empty mug in frustration, watching as it smashed into pieces, and tapped the bar twice with my palm. “Apparently, I’ve gotta get closer to God and top-grade virginal pussy. Amen and halle-fuckin’-lujah to that fucked-up shit!”
Chapter Four
Ky
Stepping into the warm night air, I reached into my pocket and pulled out a smoke, resting it between my lips. I walked by Viking getting his cock sucked by some junkie slut next to the garage, ignored the fuckin’ ugly scene, the glare from his pale ass, and lit up my cancer stick, taking a long, sweet drag.
Cutting through the line of trees at the back of the compound, I followed the dirt path through the thick woods and toward the sound of the river. The pilgrim weren’t in Styx’s apartment above the club, and according to Styx, if she weren’t there, she’d be by the river. Hence, despite being fucked off my face, I was trying to go Boy Scout through the woods.
Only for Styx…
It wasn’t long before I heard the rushing of the river and I scoured the grassy verge to see where my favorite piece-of-ass Bible Shaker would be. Stumbling along the river’s edge, I drunkenly kicked stones into the water, when I heard a strange wailing sound. Backing away to skirt along the shadowed line of trees, I quietly made my way toward the sound, grabbing my 9mm from the back of my jeans. The closer I got, the louder the high-pitched whining came.
Clicking off the safety, I burst out of the trees and immediately froze in my steps, my gun pointed at… Lilah?
What. The. Fuck?
Lowering my gun, and tucking it back into the waistband of my jeans, I stared at Lilah flat to the ground, wailing some crazy gibberish shit at an ear-bleeding volume. With a violent jerk of her head, she suddenly began screaming, crying, and throwing her arms in the air, rocking back and forth, mumbling words I couldn’t understand. It sounded like a whole lotta consonants jumbled together.
Complete fuckin’ nonsense.
I’d never seen anything like it in my life.
I stood there like a dumbstruck dick, heart pounding, watching her lose her mind beside the river.
Holy shit, she’d finally snapped. I had made her snap.
Styx was gonna scalp my ass!
Stepping back, I hid under the heavy cover of trees. Call me insane, but I wanted to be well out of sight of this possessive voodoo shit. Slumping to my ass, my back against a tree trunk, I pulled back a branch and just watched her.
The wailing and crying went on for a fuckin’ age. At one point her actions became so unnerving I nearly jumped out to grab her, convinced she was having a damn seizure.
But Lilah’s wails gradually began to dim, her hands lowered, and I realized I’d begun to breathe again. I hadn’t noticed I’d stopped. Taking long, deep breaths, Lilah’s eyes fluttered open; they were red and swollen with all the strain of her crying and the amount of tears she’d shed as she’d kicked and screamed.
I could guess what my face looked like—confused. While I watched her pull herself together, I was sure Viking had slipped me a shroom again without my knowing and I was tripping like a hippie motherfucker at Woodstock, but after what felt like a shittin’ lifetime watching Lilah roll around on the grass, I realized I was copacetic… and Lilah was a full-blown nut job.
How the fuck does a bitch that hot be so fuckin’ psychotic?
Lifting my head to the sky and running my hands down my face in exasperation, I moved to get up and finally do what I’d been ordered, but I immediately sank back to the ground, my feet losing their footing in the dried dirt as Lilah freed her long blond hair from her fucking ugly white head thing and began unzipping her dress from the back.
Blood immediately filled my cock and I hissed through my teeth as the fucking rancid gray material dropped to the ground, leaving hot Blondie dressed in only a white knee-length slip, the material see-through… fuck, totally fucking see-through.
Her fingers reached up to comb through her hair, and I slipped out a groan as she turned and I caught sight of her red nipple through the side of her slip. Lilah suddenly whipped around, searching the cover of trees.
I stilled and held my breath, praying to all that was mighty that she didn’t see me… that she didn’t stop this strip show. I mean, shit! Tiff, Jules, and hookers didn’t have shit on this bitch.
I watched as her bright-blue eyes relaxed and she stepped forward into the river. She waded slowly through the stream until she was waist deep. She spread out her hands, the palms skimming across the top of the water, and she tipped back her head and smiled. I sucked in a sharp breath; I’d never seen anything like that smile in all my life. She was so fucking beautiful, looking like some siren in that river. She may have thought she was devil-created, but she was flawless. I was pretty damn sure if there was a devil, he had nothing to do with what I was seeing. That was all good, a goddamn fucking blessing.