Ignite (The Disciples #4) - Cassandra Robbins Page 0,3

my finger.

“Axel?” Destiny caresses my arm like I’m some kind of king. “Do you need me to blow you?” She slithers to the floor. Her hand roughly rubs my cock through my jeans. “I’ll take your big cock halfway down my throat.” She licks her lips.

“Start the music, Mac,” I growl.

AXEL

“Testing, one, two.” DJ Mac’s voice echoes through the room. My eyes follow Destiny’s hands as they leave my erection to squeeze her fake tits. I shouldn’t let her. Destiny is getting attached. She’s an excellent stripper, but I’ll never be with one woman. And the way she’s looking at me says she’s starting to hope.

“Twist your nipples,” I grunt.

She obeys, and her long nails pinch them making them stand erect through her tight dress. Fuck it, no one’s perfect, and I deserve a release.

“Mac.” My eyes never leave her nipples as she continues to play with them. “If you play ‘Pour Some Sugar on Me’ this early in the morning, I can’t be held responsible for my actions.” The music comes to a halt as Destiny unzips me.

“Let me help you relax, baby,” she coos.

“Don’t talk.” I grab the back of her head.

She grins like a satisfied cat. Her glossed-up lips shine in the lights. I wrap my hands in her hair. The black strands feel dry and brittle.

“God, you do have the biggest cock,” she groans.

“Suck.” I push her head down. She keeps her word, going straight to deep throating me. “Yeah, that’s it.” I lean my head back. Her loud moans as she gags on me along with the sucking sounds make me get harder.

She’s not lying.

I, Mitchell Axel Fontaine have been blessed with a giant cock. I grunt my approval as she continues to gag on me.

“Wow. Just wow.” Crystal’s voice makes her sound like an annoying mother-in-law.

“I’m trying to run a classy place and look at you. Jesus, Axel, anyone can see.” Her nagging causes me to open one eye.

“Then reach down and caress my balls if you want me to come faster. If not, shut the fuck up.” I guide Destiny’s dark head to go faster.

“Jesus, that’s it suck…” My stomach muscles bunch up.

“I’m only doing this because we need to get started.” Crystal’s hands reach over to massage my balls and that’s all it takes for me to jet off into Destiny’s warm mouth.

“Swallow all of it,” I say, watching Destiny suck me dry. She pops off, a big smile on her face as she looks at my hard cock. That’s another one of my great attributes. My cock stays hard after I come. If I cared enough about anyone, I could get them off plenty of times.

But I don’t.

So, it causes anger and disappointment. Like right now, Destiny is lifting her dress wanting to sink her used-up cunt on me. Instead I zip my jeans and spank her bare ass causing her to shriek in surprise. “Get me some fresh coffee. We need to do this.”

Rip sinks into the chair Destiny was occupying, a stupid smile on his face. Obviously he’s been sampling our latest stock for breakfast. Porsche, one of our best dancers, is right behind him.

I shake my head at them. Good thing she’s a big moneymaker and has a professional attitude. She doesn’t use hard drugs and is our most striking dancer. She gives great head and has a fairly clean cunt. Absently I watch her reapply her lipstick and think I should have waited and fucked her instead of having Destiny and Crystal, but whatever.

“Just got a call from Prez. He wants to know how long you think we’re gonna be.” Rip brings my attention back to him.

He grins at me as if he can read my thoughts, then snickers. I pull my hands through my hair and look at him. His brown eyes are slightly bloodshot and hold nothing but amusement.

“I guess we’ll find out.” My voice drips sarcasm. Ripper is like a brother from another mother. I met him through my baby sister Gia. She was starting her freshman year at Berkeley. When I went to visit her, Rip was the guy who supplied her and her friends with his weed. I smoked some and the rest is history. He got patched in a couple of years ago. We’re partners and close. All my other brothers are completely pussy whipped, married… shit, most have kids.

All but me and Ripper. He’s a genius when it comes to horticulture and I’m a genius at knowing it. See, strength