Bad Habits: A Dark Anthology - Yolanda Olson Page 0,122

Ten

He lays on his back and motions for me to climb on. I steal a glance at the screen and grin wickedly when I see that not only do we have an audience, but they seem to be loving what’s being shown to them.

I’ve never fucked on camera before—at least with nothing alive or human—and I think knowing they enjoy this will bring in even more money.

I grab his cock as I lower myself down and he digs his fingernails into my hips again. He lets out a groan as I turn my eyes away from the screen and give him my undivided attention again. I begin to roll my hips gently at first, but it’s not what Reade is looking for.

He holds me in place and begins to thrust his hips up, jarring me with the sensation of his thick cock slamming into me over and over.

I let out a yelp as I try to hold myself up by placing my hands on his chest, but he slaps them away as he continues his assault.

A banging on the door draws my attention away almost instantly. As he continues to fuck me, I attempt to climb off him so I can chase her away, but he doesn’t let me go.

He pulls me down toward him by my hair. He forces me to look into his eyes as he keeps thrusting his hips, and as I try to focus on him, I lean down and take his bottom lip between my teeth.

He grunts as he fucks me faster and harder until I let go, then he shoves me off.

I let out a tired laugh when he pushes himself onto his side and rests on his elbow, wiping his mouth and glaring at me when he sees the blood.

“Bitch,” he snarls as he reaches for me, but I manage to roll away from him before he can grab me.

I move quickly on my hands and knees toward the bag and settle down, splaying my legs on either side.

I want him to keep his eyes on me, to watch my cunt and not look away when I begin to fuck myself.

This is the part of the show where I make the most money, and if he’s willing to play with me, I know I can make more.

Reade gets to his feet and starts stalking toward me. I can see the ire in his eyes at being bled, but it makes no difference to me.

I pull out one of the smaller packages and bring the wrapping to my teeth, tearing it away and quickly opening it. When he stops in front of me, I look at him with wide eyes and hold it up for him to see.

“What the fuck is that?” he asks, taking an uncertain step back and looking at it curiously.

“A sparrow.”

I reach into the bag again, retrieving the ball of twine I use to ensure that I’ll be able to retrieve anything I shove into my holes, and begin to quickly wrap it around the small, frozen legs of the long since dead animal.

Once I’m done, I use my foot to push the bag away before getting to my feet. Reade keeps his eyes on me the entire time as I walk behind the screen and retrieve my favorite show chair, then place it in the middle of the room.

“I told you I had toys,” I remind him with a smile.

Another bang at the door.

Ignore her.

I bring the frozen animal up and lick it from tail to head, then beckon to Reade. He may not realize that we’re being watched, but he’ll enjoy this as much as my viewers do.

Only this time, he gets to be a prop as well.

He shakes his head as he rubs the back of his neck, but his cock is still hard so I know his curiosity is getting the better of him, and his body is betraying him by showing it.

“Now what?” he asks curiously as he stops next to me.

With a grin, I bring my heels up on my chair and reach for his dick. I rub it gently this time because I don’t want to hurt him now. He’s already started to bleed for me—the rest will take time.

I lean my head toward him as he pushes my hair out of my face and slides his cock down my throat again. I run the sparrow’s body down mine, shivering as the coolness of the body begins to heighten all of my senses