“He’s still hard.” I realized he was talking about Zeke, and that when he moved us, it was to put me back on top of his corpse. Demetri’s hand reached past me, squelching around inside the cavity I’d made in Zeke’s stomach. His hand stroked up and down beneath me, slathering blood on Ezekiel’s still-alive cock. “Ready?” he asked, waiting for my nod of approval before using the dead man beneath us as a sex toy. He started slowly at first, until the head had fully pushed past the tight ring of my ass.
