Emperor of Destruction [EDITING]

xxxiv.

SLIGHT SMUT.

XXXIV

I didn't know how I ended up in the position I'm in right now.

One minute, Silas was taking me to Club Aura, The next, I'm on the ground, in front of Silas, with his cock driving down my throat relentlessly.

I sucked his cock with the taste of champagne in my mouth, and he poured more down his length as I attempted to keep up with his pace. I sucked, licked and lapped my tongue on his hardened length, until I didn't know if I was drinking the champagne or him.

"Good slut," He groaned, twisting his hand in my hair,—wrapping my messy strands around his fist. "You're such an obedient, little whore for my cock."

"Mm." I sucked the sweet liquid into my mouth, enjoying how the taste of his pre-cum and rich flavor of the Champagne mixed perfectly. His cock burst hot and thick into my mouth. All I could do was sit and take it.

Just when I thought he'd never come, a familiar thick sticky substance hit my tongue, gifting me with the surprise of his semen. I swallowed it all, champagne rolled down my chin and so did some of his come. I gulped down the rest of the salty substance.

Silas placed the expensive bottle on the bedside table, grabbed my chin and kissed me. I shared the taste of his cum with him, and he groaned against my mouth, nibbling on my bottom lip before pulling away.

My jaw was hurting from keeping it open for a long amount of time. I sucked him off for 20 minutes.

"Get on the bed." He instructed.

I did. I hopped on the bed, waving my exposed ass in his face, earning a harsh slap. Ignoring the stinging pain he caused, I got on all fours.

He got behind me. My fingers gripped the bedsheet when his cock pressed against my entrance. The tip slowly slid in, however before he could push himself in all the way, a knock came on the door. Someone's outside. I tried removing myself from his grip. Another stinging pain met with my ass.

"We have to stop."

He cursed. "No. Ignore them."

The person behind the door knocked again, and this time it was urgent knocking.

Silas cursed again, pushing himself off me. I quickly covered myself with the sheets. Silas turned, making sure my body wasn't exposed, then opened the door, revealing a tired Atticus.

He was a panting mess. Atticus breathed a sigh of relief when the door opened. He grabs onto the wall of the door, balancing his stance.

"Those Hillcrest bastards are downstairs. They're causing a scene at my party." Atticus's brown eyes looked down. "Oh, gross, dude. Put some pants on." He looked away as if the sight of Silas' dick would permanently blind him.

"You didn't give me enough time to get decent, Dumbass." Silas grumbled. "I'll be there soon."

Atticus nodded with an 'Okay' and tilted his head in my direction, waving with a cheeky smile.

I waved back awkwardly.

Silas' eyes drifted from his friend to me,noticing our little interaction. The door slams in his face.

I held back a smile when he approaches me like a beast. I assumed he'd just said that to get Atticus to leave. But when he slips on a shirt and his pants, I knew he wasn't joking. Following suit, I slip into my clothes.

"Hillcrest, huh?" I said, attempting to make small talk on our way downstairs.

"They don't take their losses very well."