Total pages in book: 93
Estimated words: 90268 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 451(@200wpm)___ 361(@250wpm)___ 301(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 90268 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 451(@200wpm)___ 361(@250wpm)___ 301(@300wpm)
I placed the blunt in my mouth, sucking in long and hard, holding the smoke in for as long as I could. It was when I noticed it was laced with something that I started to see trails. The guilt was eating me alive.
As the night continued, so did the usual festivities. I was Onyx Devereaux, putting on a good show.
It was one thing after another lately. The Brotherhood, my dad, and now Hennessy. Everything was a fucking mess. The walls were closing in, and I had no way out. The demons never left me alone. My companions, always sitting right next to me, waiting for the turmoil of more devastation to take over.
More lives, more blood, more death.
Sacrifice.
I blinked, finding myself out back in the grotto, hidden behind the pool and its massive rocks. It was designed that way. I desperately tried to forget, but nothing was working.
The pain was still alive, bleeding right out of me, leaving nothing but destruction in its wake. I did another line, leaning back into the couch cushions and letting the blow take over. I watched the colored lights dance around the sky.
The distinct taste of the drip from the blow ran down the back of my throat, but I chased it down with a bottle of Pappy Van Winkle 10-year bourbon.
“Hey, Onyx,” some blonde with big tits purred, making herself at home on my lap. She brought her brunette friend with her to sit down next to me.
“I’m Bunny, and this is Penelope,” the blonde informed me, seductively biting her lip and twirling her finger in her hair. She grazed her perfectly manicured finger along her friend’s breasts. “Penelope forgot to put on a bra tonight.” Slightly pulling down her friend’s skintight dress, she exposed a perfectly round nipple before circling her finger around it, making it hard. “She also forgot to wear panties.”
The brunette spread her legs open on cue, propping her one stiletto heel on the table beside us.
“How about Penelope and I show you a good time?” the blonde whispered in my ear, sucking my lobe into her mouth, then flicking it with her tongue.
Her friend looked up at me with piercing bright blue eyes, licking her lips.
Baiting me.
“What makes you think I’m not already having one?” I never took my eyes off the brunette who was eye-fucking the shit out of me.
“You’re sitting here all alone. We figured you could use some company,” the blonde responded, kissing along my jaw.
I already forgot their names.
Taking the cocaine vial out of her bra, she twisted off the cap, tapping it on her friend’s chest. Instantly leaning back, I enjoyed the show, waiting for their next move.
“Ladies, first,” I murmured, gesturing to them.
The blonde nodded, leaned forward, and snorted it right off her friend, and I followed suit. I spent the next hour in a drug-induced blur, watching the two of them dance for me on the poles in the corner of the grotto.
They were grinding on each other, taking turns hanging upside down with their legs out in splits, tongue fucking the shit out of each other’s pussies. Brothers stood around hooting and hollering, throwing bills at them. Twenties, hundreds, it didn’t matter. Money never did. They were enjoying the show.
The blue-eyed brunette came strutting over to me, naked in all her glory. A green light illuminated her curvy frame, showing me the woods and reminding me of Hennessy.
I quickly shook off the sentiment, trying to focus through the fog that was my mind while she straddled my lap backward. I didn’t hesitate. I pulled her back into my chest, nipping at her neck as she swayed her hips to the sultry beat of the music. Grinding her ass into my cock, over and over again.
Before I knew what was happening, the blonde was kneeling between her thighs, lapping at her. The music blared through the house, thumping against the walls, vibrating on my back.
Usually, guys in my current state couldn’t perform when they were as fucked up as I was, but I was a lucky bastard. Drugs and alcohol only made me hard as hell.
“Fuck each other,” I ordered in a low-pitched tone. “Get nice and wet for me.”
They crawled their way to each other, sitting up on their knees in the center, devouring each other. Their tongues were taking what the other wanted, as their hands glided in sync down their bodies. They were moaning into one another’s mouths, causing my cock to twitch and throb against the zipper of my slacks.
They never took their eyes off me as they finger fucked each other. I reached down, fumbling to unbuckle my pants, pulling out my cock, and jerking it off. Enjoying the goddamn show with hazy, hooded eyes, I stroked my cock harder the closer they got to coming.