Page 38 of Smoke

“No. They stay and watch. She wants to act like a whore then I’m going to treat her like one.” I hike her skirt up around her waist.

“How fucking dare you, Hawk. Let me go.” She turns her head to look back at me. As soon as we lock eyes I can see the fire in her gaze. And it makes me so fucking angry. And aroused.

I unstrap the knife from my ankle and press the flat of it against her outer thigh. “Is this what you always wanted, sis?” I drag the blade through the back of her panties and rip them open.

“I hate you,” she rasps.

Lies. Her legs are shaking, her thighs as wet as the booze-soaked floor I’m standing on. I free my cock and shove it inside her. “Tell me, Cherry. Did you wash Omen’s cum out this morning? Or am I rubbing my cock in it right now?”

She laughs, mocking me. “He fucked me all night, Hawk. More times than you’ve ever even gotten it up in your whole pathetic life.”

“Jesus,” Omen mutters.

I don’t look at him. That’s his fucking business. But her pussy is mine. I dig my nails into her ass cheeks and slam into her. “More than all your daddy’s friends did when you pranced around them like a little slut?”

She arches back. It’s subtle but I notice it. I feel it. Not to mention how fucking tight she’s clenched around me. “Yeah, I thought about them when I was fingering myself next to you in bed every night.”

This fucking brat. I pick up my pace, fucking her so hard that one of the legs on the barstool cracks. “You’re a bad fucking liar. You’re so fucking obsessed with me. I bet you think about me when you’re making videos for your stalker. Nothing matters to you in this world but my cock inside you. So here you go, Cherry. How’s it feel to show everyone how good I fuck you?”

Tears stream down her cheeks even as a low moan starts to unfurl from her chest. She’s so fucking wet, I’m sliding in and out without any resistance.

Scarrow, Omen, and our crew don’t dare move or speak. They watch, mesmerized by the spectacle. “Tell me again that I don’t have the fucking balls, Cherry. Say it.”

She shrieks. “You’re an asshole. I fucking hate you.”

I thrust in deeper, the blood in my shaft starting to rush forward. Fuck, I’m gonna cum soon. I slap her ass. “Then apologize. Tell me you’re sorry. And you better fucking mean it.”

She laughs again despite her mascara-streaked tears. “Go to hell.”

I slap her ass harder this time. “I’m already in hell, Cherry!” Thrust. “I’m fucking the devil right now.”

Another low moan escapes her lips. With her bare pussy rubbing against the leather of the seat, and my cock wedged so far inside her cunt, she’s close. And I can’t wait to hear how loud she fucking screams.

“Say you’re fucking sorry,” I growl. I leave a visible handprint on her ass this time. The sound makes even Scarrow flinch. Omen grits his teeth, no doubt debating on whether or not he wants to step in and stop me. Part of him is also aroused watching even while he wrestles with his own need to possess her for himself.

She cries out. “Fuck. I’m sorry!”

The spasms in my balls start to build, tingling throughout every inch of me. “Yeah, that’s it. I’m your preacher now. I’m your fucking daddy. Tell me exactly why you’re sorry.” Thrust.

“Oh, fuck.” She rubs her pussy against the barstool. “I… I’m sorry I let you take the fall for me. That you went to prison for me. I’m sorry for making my daddy mad.” More tears spill from her eyes as she grinds hard against the stool. I rock into her slowly now, coaxing my orgasm out gently so as not to scare it away.

I pull her ass cheeks apart and finger her swollen hole, kneading my thumbs in and out. “What else?” I rasp.

She moans loudly this time and rolls her hips back. “I’m sorry I taunted you. That I flaunted what you couldn’t have in front of you. That I made you watch me give it to someone else.”

Mmm. Fuck. “Now apologize to everyone else here for acting like a fucking brat when all they were trying to do was help.”

Her throat gurgles as she chokes on a sob. “Please, Hawk. Haven’t you humiliated me enough?”

I slap her ass again. “You’re being rude, Cherry. And you’re embarrassing yourself. Say you’re sorry to my guys.”

“Fuck,” she breathes. She turns her head to the other side and lifts it slightly, her hair disheveled. She gazes over at the three of them as their backs press against the window. “I-I’m sorry. Thank you for your help with the mess.”

Thrust.

“Good girl. Now show everyone how hard I can make you cum.” I slap both her ass cheeks and then pinch them hard in my palms as my spasms finally erupt. Something about degrading her, humiliating her, has made me more fucking aroused then I’ve ever been in my life.

“Uhhh,” she moans.