Chapter 26

CHAPTER

TWENTY-SIX

EDMUND

Tossing my phone onto the bed, I run my fingers through my hair in frustration as I let out a deep, heavy sigh.

It’s just fucking sex.

I’ve had my cock in countless— meaningless —cunts. That’s all the one tonight is going to be. A woman who’s nothing more than a set of fucking holes for my cock. Entirely willing to be used as I see fit.

Harper may fill that need for me too, but she can’t seriously expect me to only dip my cock in her for the rest of my life.

Just her.

Forever.

Stepping into the party, Harper has tainted my whole fucking evening with her inadvertent demand for monogamy. The word is so foreign to me that it might as well be blasphemous.

“What’s wrong, Eddie?” Liz saunters over to me when I enter the room. I’ve always hated the way that name sounded rolling off her tongue.

Unlike Harper.

I fucking love how she screams it for me.

“I hate when you call me that. I’m having a shitty evening and am not in the mood,” I grumble, not wanting to elaborate on the truth.

What the fuck is the truth?

Why the fuck does Harper have me so aggravated?

“I guess it’s a good thing that you’ve got a tight little ass waiting down the hall for you. You can fuck your frustration out on her,” Liz smirks. Lifting her hand to my face, she drags it through my short beard, “Unless you want to take it out on me.”

My hand snaps around her wrist, quickly yanking her from me. She gasps loud enough to garner Will’s attention, and I quickly release her. She rubs her wrist before taking a step back from me, “Jesus, Edmund. Your girl is down the hall.”

Paying no attention to the murderous gaze Will is giving me, I leave the room and head toward my plaything for the night. Liz is probably right. I just need to relieve my frustration.

That must be it.

Based on the sounds I pass as I make my way down the hall, either Grant or Samuel is well into their activities for the evening. Walking into the last room on the left, I’m met with tonight’s leftovers— brunette, pretty, fuckable— spread eagle on the bed, offering up her cunt to me.

A cunt I’ve never found myself less interested in.

“Do you think you get to be a fucking pillow princess?” I huff, already loathing her as my girl for the evening. She takes her time leisurely crossing the room to me in a poor attempt to be seductive.

When she reaches me, I place my hand on her shoulder and shove her forcefully to the floor. Her knees hit the hardwood floor with a thud, and the agonizing pain is immediately written across her face.

“You aren’t here to be pleased.” I undo my belt buckle, unbutton my pants, and lower my zipper. Freeing my cock with one hand, I use the other to pull my belt from my pants. “You’re here to fucking please.”

Firmly gripping the hair at the back of her head, I force my cock down her throat as she gags around me until her lips are circling the base of my shaft. Tears stream down her cheeks as I fuck her face significantly harder than she’s used to.

This isn’t doing shit for my disposition.

Swinging my arm, I crack my belt over her back, and she nearly cripples to the floor. My tight fistful of hair probably the only thing keeping her upright. I swing again, and she wails around my cock.

“A twenty-dollar whore sucks better fucking cock than you.” I pull myself from her mouth.

“I can do it.” She pushes the words out between sobs. Wrapping both hands around my cock, she fists over my shaft while sucking on my tip. Never taking more than an inch or two into her mouth.

No enthusiasm.

Nothing like my little rose.

“Sweetheart,” I push her from me, “I don’t know who told you were good at sucking cock, but they fucking lied to you. If you can’t fucking swallow it, don’t fucking bother.”

“I’m sorr?—”

“You should be.” Fervently fisting my cock inches from her face, I grumble, “I’ve paid a lot of fucking money to be getting myself off.”

Closing my eyes, I try to think of anything other than the useless warm hole kneeling before me. Even when I try to push her from my mind, every thought as I slide my fist over my length is of fucking Harper.

Her lips around my cock, eagerly swallowing every inch of me as I fuck her face. Taking me over and over as I glide down her tender, thoroughly used throat. Letting me use her until I spill down her throat, then sucking at my cock to get every last drop of cum from me.

My release shoots from my cock, splattering over the face before me. Tucking my cock back into my pants, I shake my head as it drips down her cheeks and over her lips.

“At least now you look like you fucking tried.”