Inc's Regret (Satan's Raiders MC #1) - Elizabeth Knox Page 0,2

that much easier. Unless you like the thought of me tearin’ your asshole up until I cum inside you?” Zane asks in a whisper, dragging his tongue from below my ear to the middle of my back.

He pushes forward and I feel an overwhelming burning sensation take ahold of me. I still continue to fuck O’, not wanting to stop. The combination of Zane pushing himself in my ass and her pussy tightening around me is slowly becoming a bit too much.

Zane moves further into me, maybe halfway, slowly going in and out, easing himself in with each thrust and I feel the hottest sensation shooting through me. My cock grows harder if that’s even possible and I increase my speed until my balls are slamming so hard against O’s body it sounds like I’m slappin’ the shit outta her.

“Fucking shit,” I hiss the moment Zane pushes the rest of himself in me. I realize the cold feeling wasn’t just lube, but metal too. This dude has some piercings on his cock. Zane pushes my back down to where I’m hovering over O’s back, still rolling my cock into her.

“Yes, please. I want more . . . God, Inc!” She starts to scream as the liquid pours over my cock. Her pussy clasps around my cock and I feel myself throbbing, ready to unleash myself in her.

“I’m gonna fill that pussy of yours, O’. It’s been too long,” I hiss, grabbin’ the back of her hair.

Zane speeds up and with his speed increasing, so does the warmth going through me. I realize now that him fucking me is what sends me over. I don’t know what his cock is brushing against, but hot damn, I’ve never had an impending orgasm like this.

I struggle to keep moving as what feels like electric volts move through me. “Fuck, I’m cumming!” I hiss out, slamming my hips as quickly as I can against O’. Spurts of my semen shoot out, coating her inner walls while Zane’s breathing increases and he tenses up, going faster and faster until I think I can’t take it. Then all of a sudden, he grows still, groaning out while he slides his hand around my front and palms the base of my cock.

We remain like this for what feels like a few moments, but it was probably minutes considering Zane was only partially hard when he pulled out of me, and I with Octavia. “Jesus, I need some water after that.” Octavia giggles in her typical carefree way.

“Sure thing, Cinnamon. What about you, Inc?” Zane asks and I nod.

“Yeah, that would be great,” I mutter, closing my eyes and the second I do I see his face.

“Don’t I ever see you flirtin’ with a boy like that again. You hear me? I didn’t raise my son to be one of those devil worshipping faggots. Is that what you are, Tanner? You a little queer piece of shit? Do I need to send you to one of them camps?” my father growls down at me, ‘cause he caught me when I almost kissed Wyatt.

I’m just gonna tell him Wyatt tried to kiss me. I’ll try and defend myself. That’s what I’ll do. But I can’t, because I see his closed fist approaching and I brace myself. “If you ever be one of them you won’t ever see us again, you won’t ever see any of us again! Even when we’re dead we’ll stop loving you. You hear me?!”

I open my eyes and see I’m still in the room with Octavia and Zane, but the memories of my childhood come crashing back. My father did end up sending me to a reformation camp for gay or bisexual children. One where they starved us, kept us in cages, and made us lay in our own feces. We weren’t human to them. We were soldiers of Satan, determined to bring corruption on this world.

Octavia thinks my parents are dead, ‘cause that’s what I told her . . . but they aren’t. They’re alive, livin’ back in the sticks of West Virginia. I go there once a year to see them, but that’s it. I don’t have a great relationship with my father. My mom is the reason I lie, because I love her so fuckin’ much.

I can’t do this.

I can’t be with him.

I can’t be with her.

I can’t fucking be with them, even if it’s what I want. I can’t fucking do it, because it will cripple my relationship with the only