Page 35 of The Filth Kings

He lifted one foot on to the bed and held my hips tightly. A hoarse moan escaped my lips and I realized that I agreed to more than I could bargain for. My face was flushed as my hair stuck to my sweaty forehead. The pleasure intensified as he drilled in and out of me. I found my voice and screamed at the top of my lungs, probably sounding like a wounded cat. I wanted him to release deep inside of me and face whatever consequences later on.

I tried my hardest to meet his hard thrusts, but he dominated me. It was too hard to even catch the rhythm and skill of how he penetrated me. He pinned me down by pressing hard into my lower back. My back felt strained and stretched out as relief and the same euphoric feeling took over us as I came again, all over his dick.

Monni put me in every single position that I never imagined being in. Each time that I felt like I was going to pass out, he breathed life back into me. Finally, from what felt like hours later, he had me on top of him doing the splits with his hands locked around my hips. He demanded for me to cum again, and this time it felt different. It felt like he was staring into my soul as I shook and became undone on top of him. His dick twitched inside of me as a look of uncertainty passed over his chocolate face.

He was about to release and didn’t know if he trusted me enough to empty out all of his sperm inside of me. He pinched my clit, then made an animalistic sound, next he came deep inside of me. He held me still as we both rode a powerful wave as I lost control over my very being. When he was done, he pulled me down on top of his chest. His hand ran down my slick back as he cupped one of my ass cheeks. I listened to his wild steady heartbeat as crazy thoughts crossed my mind. How could I walk away after a couple of weeks of experiencing this? I offered to be his friend when I wanted him to be my man after fucking me for hours straight and dominating my body like he owned it! I hope that he would take the hint and not make me act crazy over him because I will!

Sixteen

I satlivid inside of my mother’s coffee shop. I looked down at the time and scoffed as I realized that it was nearing four p.m. I was already paranoid, I kept looking outside the window because it felt like someone was watching me. I knew he was watching me, stalking me, I just couldn’t prove it.

At first it terrified me, the knowledge of being watched and knowing that he touched and did something to me that I wasn’t aware of while I slept and dreamed about him. I hadn’t felt his presence since the time he broke into my parents’ house. He left that newspaper clipping, leaving me with a million questions. I was finally moved into my new place and I still felt like he was watching me.

I uploaded several short clips of interviews to gain his attention and there was nothing from him, not even a sign that he was getting ready to come after me. I laid in bed every night hating him, then I would feel crazy rolling onto my back to spread my legs and touch myself. Something was seriously wrong with him and I felt like he was to blame for all of what was driving me insane.

My rational mind screamed that all of what he did was wrong, violating my privacy and stalking me was against the law. No one, not even myself, should feel flattered by Detavio’s behavior, or even desire it. But…there was something intoxicating about being the focus of his obsessive attention. It was as if his watchful eyes validated my existence. I can admit that I was to blame for that, because it was me that decided to look further into the sick Decebal men.

My stomach churned at my own wild thoughts. I hated myself for thinking the way that I have been thinking lately. How the hell could I find contentment and find comfort in his twisted ways and the way he was going about everything? I tried to push my sexual thoughts and dreams of him away and failed miserably. I realized that I kept dreaming about him because at night the thought and thrill of him would creep into the forefront of my brain and ignite an inner turmoil that I couldn’t escape.

I was stressed, caught up in shame and desire, mixed with something that I never felt with another person…fear… The truth of it all terrified me, but the realization of me enjoying the game that he was playing with me, troubled me even more.

I sighed hard, then I forced him out of my mind. I hated that he went through my mind all day when I was supposed to despise his sick ass. I put my mind back on Natavi and her tardiness and felt myself grow salty by her not being here when she said she would be here.

It was never like Natavi to stand me up, she only responded to my text message one time and that was over two hours ago to tell me that she was sorry for not making it to Hollywood. I looked forward to having several drinks with her and getting everything off of my chest. I also was curious to find out what made her say that this client that she was currently with was her last client. That was hard to believe because Natavi had grown accustomed to the fast and easy money that it came with.

I told Natavi that we could reschedule for another day but she texted back and said that we could meet at my mother’s coffee shop. She let me know that she was getting in the shower and would Uber to me. Here it was two hours after our text, and she was still a no show.

After another hour of being stuck and lost in my own thoughts, the glass door to the coffee shopped chimed and in walked Natavi. She was tall and radiant looking, Tavi glowed like she had the sun above her. Her light complexion was blemish free as her lips stretched into a wide contagious smile.

She rocked a long tan trench coat that swayed with each step that she took as her heels clicked softly on the tiled floor. Her real hair was pressed bone straight, it framed her face perfectly like she just walked off a runway. There was no mistaking the spark that I hadn’t seen in her eyes for years. Realization hit, this wasn’t courtesy of Chedda.Who was my girl falling in love with?

I stood up as I watched her glide across the coffee shop like she was floating on clouds.

“Girl, you are late, and I don’t do late,” I said as I smiled hard at her.

I forgot about all of my current problems as she laughed, tilting her head back. At the same time, we reached for each other and embraced tightly before taking a seat across from one another.

“I’m yours until about one a.m, I have a curfew set in place or else the big bad wolf will come searching for me.” She blushed hard and giggled.

Abe, one of my mother’s employees, walked up and greeted Natavi with her favorite caramel Frappuccino.

“Thanks, Abe. Good to see you, friend.” She smiled up at him, now it was his turn to blush and walk away quickly like a stick was stuck up his ass.

“Look at the effects that man has on you, girl!” I giggled, overjoyed to finally lay eyes on my best friend.

“Spill it heifa! I remember that look from when we were in high school! Who the hell is this guy and when do I meet him so I can drill him?” I asked, ready to get to the meat and potatoes of our conversation.

“Damnnnn, I can’t even sip my coffee in peace. It’s just how I like it too, with extra caramel.” She danced in her seat before taking another sip.

“Spill it, Tavi!” I persisted, wanting her to tell me who this new man was. She knew that I didn’t have any kind of patience.

“Okay, okay! Damn! I’ll tell you if you agree to go out with me tonight. I brought a bomb ass body suit that I want to take pictures in, and before you lie and say that you don’t have nothing to wear, I bought you the same one as me as a gift. You can wear it with those studded red bottoms that I bought you a couple of months ago…Oh and it’s not white, Angel.” She smirked as she rolled her eyes.

“What size is it?” My left brow rose.

“I know you wear a 2X, but hear me out! It’s stretchy, so I got you a 1X! Girrrlllll, that big ol booty gon’ jiggle from left to right all night!” She cackled.

I rolled my eyes and smacked my lips. Natavi loved to wear matching outfits whenever we went out, and if we didn’t have the exact same outfit, she made sure we color coordinated with one another. My favorite color was white, but I didn’t mind stepping out of my white clothing to put on another color.

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