Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 72937 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 365(@200wpm)___ 292(@250wpm)___ 243(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72937 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 365(@200wpm)___ 292(@250wpm)___ 243(@300wpm)
Thanks to my masters.
Fuck my masters.
A bitter laugh escaped. How ironic. That was exactly what I did on a regular basis. Fucked them all. Sometimes out of fear, but mostly because it meant more drugs to numb the pain and erase memories I couldn’t forget on my own, no matter how hard I tried.
The hotel room door burst open and in walked one of those masters. Roadkill was one of the younger members of the Black Jacks, but his patch identified him as the Vice President, which I didn’t give a fuck about.
He was the master who provided the heroin that took away the pain. It always came at a price, but what the fuck difference did that make when I always had to pay it?
“Savannah, baby,” he grinned down at me and grabbed his cock, telling me exactly why he was here. “How’s my favorite little cunt tonight?”
I didn’t bother responding to his barbs because Roadkill was an idiot. He was the quiet but deadly sort that was difficult to read but quick to anger, so I only focused on the small baggie dangling from his fingertips. I lunched for it hungrily, and he held it up higher.
“You know what I want.” His blue eyes were glassy as fuck, a clear sign he was already high, and I should simply obey. Obey. I fucking hated that word, but it had become my one-word mantra over the months. Instead of bristling and using sharp wit, which only ended with getting a beating, I obeyed.
“I know what you like,” I told him in that innocent girl voice that fucked-up guys like him loved for some reason. I slowly stripped out of the filthy rose-colored nightie I’d been wearing for the past three days because the assholes who paid for pussy in a filthy motel just off the freeway didn’t care about things like clean clothes or freshly washed hair. All they wanted was to bust a nut.
So did Roadkill.
His nostrils flared at the sight of my tits, and he reached out with his free hand to tweak my nipple. “You’ve got beautiful fuckin’ tits, bitch.” He leaned forward, grabbing harder than necessary as he sucked my nipple and moaned. He pulled back with a dark grin.
“You’re clean. Pity.” He preferred to fuck me when I was filthy and fresh from a gangbang. Disgusting fuck.
My gaze was on the bag filled with heroin. That was what I wanted. It was what I needed. Now, before he pulled out his cock and shoved it into whatever hole he craved at the moment. “Please.”
His grin widened at my whispered plea. “You want this? My little whore gonna chase the dragon?” He chuckled and waved the bag like a matador waving fabric at a bull, knowing it was all I could see. All I could think about. “Tell me you want it.”
“I want it.” I needed it but there was still enough of a privileged princess in me that I kept that shit to myself.
“Yeah, and you know what I want.” He thrust two calloused fingers inside my pussy, testing to see if I was wet enough for a fuck. “You’re a magic bitch, aren’t you? Keeping that cunt tight no matter how many cocks we give you.” He laughed and fingered my pussy harder and deeper until his fingers were slick. “The kind of cunt that keeps on giving,” he growled and licked his fingers before tossing the bag at me. “Make it quick. My cock is already leaking for you.”
I took the bag to the opposite side of the bed and grabbed the glass pipe Roadkill had given me months ago, the first time he came to me and got me high before he pounded me into oblivion.
One puff. Two. Three puffs became eight and then nine and finally, my body began to float and my mind cleared of everything except the blur of images before me. The pastel drapes that matched the bedspread, the dirty cornflower blue carpet that was more black than blue at this point.
Roadkill was blurry too, but his shock of nearly white blond hair framing his head while he climbed on top of me was a familiar sight. “Yeah, come here bitch. You’re ready for this cock, aren’t you?”
“Yes,” I whispered, too high to really know what was going on beyond the main thing I did most days. Fuck.
The invasion of Roadkill’s cock came quick and only a little painful. He was too high to be gentle, if he even could be gentle, squeezing my tits until they were pink and then blue, while he fucked me so hard my head smacked the headboard over and over.
“This is my favorite cunt, always so tight and so fucking wet.” He thrust again and again, and finally, he tightened up, let out a moan and collapsed. He laid there for a few minutes until his jizz leaked out between my thighs.