Total pages in book: 141
Estimated words: 128812 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 644(@200wpm)___ 515(@250wpm)___ 429(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 128812 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 644(@200wpm)___ 515(@250wpm)___ 429(@300wpm)
"Wanna join?" Zayne asks. "I bet she'd love to suck you off while she takes a dick in her ass."
I glance over at Sable, who seems to grow even more nervous the longer I stand there.
"I love two cocks at one time," she says, a pleading in her eyes.
Wordlessly, she's begging me to play along, and I know that if I don't, there's no telling what will happen to her.
"Deal," I say as I approach, relief as I've never known washing over me.
Zayne shuffles the cards from one hand to the other, but does not make a bridge with them because of the noise it would make.
"Harder, Daddy," Sable says, throwing me off a little because she's just sitting there waiting for her cards to be dealt.
"You'll get what I have to fucking give and be grateful for it," Zayne says as he passes out the cards.
When we each have the designated number of cards, he points to a spiral notebook with the words Blackjack written on it, a question mark beside it.
I realize it was written earlier, one of them asking the other if that's what they should play.
"Are you going to join in?" Zayne asks when I just stare between the two of them.
"Three is always better than one," Sable purrs as she taps the floor quietly in front of her, requesting another card.
"Aw fuck, baby," Zayne hisses when she makes twenty-one. "Just the idea of him putting that cock of his in your mouth makes you tighter."
"Fuck," I say, feeling all sorts of weird. I've never pretended to get a fake blowjob before. "You weren't lying about her mouth."
I look over at Sable, wondering what her real name is, and give her a nod when she looks at me with such relief and gratitude in her eyes.
"It only gets better," she says, making an ungodly slurping sound.
I scrunch my nose, but then smile when she giggles.
"Take that," I say when Zayne gives me another card, and I also get twenty-one.
"Fuck, man. I'm jealous," he says when he pulls a card and busts.
"Don't be jealous, Daddy," Sable says, a tease in her voice that makes me think she's been beating him all damn night. "You know you can have whatever you want from me."
I scrunch my nose once again at the way she calls him daddy, but he shrugs and points at her as if she's the one who fucking started it, and it has just continued.
"I want to leave you used up and ruined," he says, grinding his teeth when he turns over another card and it's an Ace.
"Yes, Daddy," she taunts. "That's what I want, too."
"Could you fill her throat, Lyle. So she can't talk?"
"Trying," I hiss when he gives me a fucking two. "She's just too fucking good. Gonna blow before she's even done."
We both stare at her. Twenty fucking one again.
"How's her ass?" I ask, glaring at her.
"In need of a fucking spanking from the looks of it. Do you like that, baby girl?" Zayne asks with the next hand, displaying a six in front of her.
She moans, and I swear, as weird as all of this is, if someone was listening, they'd really think this girl was getting fucked.
"I love it, Daddy," she says on another moan, a second six now in front of her.
She motions, something they must've come up with before now, and Zayne splits her cards.
"Give me more."
He slaps more cards on her split sixes, one hand getting her to fourteen and the other getting her to eleven.
"This may not work out the way you think it will," Zayne warns when she taps on the pair totaling eleven.
She glares at him, tapping softly again.
She hisses in displeasure when he flips over an eight, and I grunt in annoyance, also because that fucking would've given me twenty-one.
"You wanted it deeper," he teases. "Too much?"
"You're doing me so wrong, Daddy," she says. "I love it."
"That's my girl," he praises, his eyes locked right on mine. "Nothing like taking a big cock in your ass to make you feel better."
"Daddy," she pants, but he doesn't seem to pay her any mind.
"Keep that cock in your mouth, baby girl. Let my cousin blow his load into your throat."
My mouth hangs open a little bit, his eyes still holding mine hostage.
"Nothing like a cock deep in their ass to make a girl feel so good. Huh, Lyle?"
I lick my bottom lip, my cock getting heavy in my jeans.
"I'm gonna come," I warn, needing a fucking break before Sable gets suspicious at the way we're looking at each other. "Jesus, bitch. Suck harder. Fuck that's good, girl."
I grunt, wondering if the sound I make is actually how I really sound when I blow my load, and the way Zayne's eyes darken, it must be very similar.
"Oh, Daddy," Sable moans, looking down at another fucking twenty-one. "That's it. Give me more of that."