Sleet Banshee by S.J. Tilly

CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX

MEGHAN

Choking on a dick is a great way to make a bad situation worse.

The sound of Samuel’s disembodied voice causes us both to startle. Sebastian’s body jerks forward at the same time I inhale in surprise. His giant cock is already shoved further down my throat than I thought possible, and our combined response pushes him even deeper.

I don’t have much of a gag reflex, but having something that size unexpectedly filling my airway causes a bit of a spasm reaction.

Thankfully, Sebastian pulls back just as I reach out to shove him away.

Hunching over I cough and massage my throat, trying to get my muscles to relax. Pretty sure having one of the LeBlanc brothers use a defibrillator on me right now would push me over the edge of embarrassment-induced insanity.

“Shit, Banshee. Are you okay?” Sebastian sounds breathless and worried.

I nod as I look up.

Then I cough on another inhale. “Jesus Christ, Sebastian! Put that away.”

He’s crouching in front of me, hard dick still sticking out of the top of his pants. The band of his briefs causing it to point straight to the sky.

Sebastian ignores me, leaving his dick to salute the sky, and cups my chin. “Are you okay?”

I roll my eyes, swatting his hand away. “I’m fine. Just suffering the side effects of accidently inhaling your stupid monster cock.”

He smirks.

“Laugh it up, Blue Balls.” I push up to standing and use my sleeve to wipe off my mouth. “Have fun with your brother. Please don’t let that video get put online or anything.”

“Wait, you’re leaving?”

“Uh, duh.” I snag my bag and rush up the stairs.

Sebastian’s deep laughter echoes in the empty space. “An adventure as always, my little Banshee.”