Page 4 of The Filth Kings

“Yeah, Chedda finally called me last night…” Tavi’s words trailed off as she focused on my pastel pink walls.

She rubbed her slender arm up and down with her hand. It was a coping mechanism that she used when something had her hurt and bothered. I knew Tavi better than the back of my hand. We’ve been close since elementary school, she was like the sister that I always wished to have. I hated being the only child growing up. When I met Tavi, we were inseparable, we grew so close in grade school that our parents got close and start double dating, which was good for the both of us, bringing us even closer.

“Well, did y’all talk? Like, really discuss where y’all relationship is headed? It’s been months since you’ve seen him, and he just calls you like he’s your pimp and dishes a new client on you.” I shook my head in disbelief.

Natavi’s hand sped up, running up and down her arm as her shoulders dropped then her head followed.

“Angel, please, he’s been busy?—”

“Busy with what?” I tilted my head, feeling myself getting fired up.

“Busy getting ready to be the dad of the year to another newborn baby—” I clamped my mouth shut before I went too far.

Natavi and my friendship could be hell of toxic at times because we both went too far off the deep end. If I had the energy to go there this morning with Tavi, I would have brought up her fifth abortion, courtesy of Chedda’s bitch ass.

“Please don’t start this bullshit, Angel. I told you last week that I’m learning to adapt to Chedda’s ways. I’ve accepted that I’m not the woman for him. I already know that I can’t keep waiting on him to love me,” Tavi sadly stated as she switched arms and started on her other arm with the same motion.

“Chedda got us staying in a high-rise loft downtown L.A! Our rent costs a fortune, and we don’t have to ever see a bill except our cellphone bill. You’re able to do all your blogging and make a good profit over it. I’m able to shop until I’m exhausted and take trips until another high paying client comes about. I’m not always laying on my back with them, although some of them fuck good as hell.” She chuckled.

I hated the way she always justified his actions by the way he treated her. In my eyes, Natavi was a sophisticated call girl. It’s who Chedda made her into. His big connections in the music and acting industry gave him access to A-list celebrities. A lot of downlow men that wanted to keep their sexuality hidden they’d court Tavi for a couple of months and then do a drastic break up with her.

“You fought me tooth and nail to move in here, so all of this means nothing to me. I have enough money to get us into something similar for a cheaper price. You just say the word and we are out of here,” I reminded her.

“Not everyone has the same ambition as you, Angel. Why leave here when he’s not asking you for anything?” She shook her head.

“I understand, Tavi… I promise, I do, but he’s a sack of shit, you know it like I do! He knows not to ask me for shit. I just don’t want all of this luxury to keep you in a sunken place. You deserve true happiness, not the temporary kind,” I stated above a whisper.

I realized the moment the words left my mouth that I was talking about myself.

“Yeah, we both do. Handle your business in the bathroom and come eat breakfast with me.” She sighed, standing up.

Two

“Try notto ruffle Mr. Herringbone’s feathers when he gets here,” I told my chief of security.

I grunted, momentarily shutting my eyes as my nuts tightened, all the blood rushing to the head of my dick.Got-damn she can suck the fuck out of some dick.I thought to myself. I enjoyed the way Deliyah’s pouty lips suctioned around the tip of my dick. Wickedly, she bobbed her head possessively up and down my shaft as she moaned out softly.

Monster, my chief of security, didn’t respond. He stood in the shadows of my office, blending in with the black walls. He was my dark shadow, the only soul that protected me like his life depended on it since he had nothing to live for. I didn’t have to see his face in order to know that he was in my office stuck in his own zone.

I never knew Monster’s story fully, and he never offered to tell me. He was a man of few words like me. I appreciated a person that didn’t talk as much when they were around me. Monster reminded me of myself. He was a heartless, cold-blooded killer; his entire aura was dark. His eyes, soul-less and black. Over the years, I considered Monster more than just an acquaintance. I understood him well and knew that he was mentally unstable to live amongst society.

I took him under my wing after he sparred my life one night after an argument with my father. I sped off of Impurity’s estate with no security, then went to a bar to drink my demons away. Carelessly not checking out my surroundings once leaving the bar, I got ambushed. Monster came out of the shadows and murdered those bastards with his bare hands.

“No fucking teeth!” I gritted, looking down at Deliyah.

Her ocean blue, tear-stained eyes fluttered then rolled back as she flexed her tonsils around half of my girth.

“Shit!!!” I grunted out in a little bit of pain.

I waited too long for a release but enjoyed the feeling of pain mixed with pleasure.

“Get ready, it’s a lot.” I sat up, snatching up all of her curly hair, fisting it.

Yanking her head back, I snatched my dick out of her mouth, making sure to jack around the rim of my dick until the first spurt of cum shot across her chin and bottom lip. A tingling sensation shot up my spine, as my release halted a few seconds. I counted down to three then a bucket load of nut shot out erratically.

“Filthy.” I groaned.

The sound of her gulping down every drop that I shot to the back of her throat had my balls tightening all over again. Deliyah ran her tongue along my shaft until she got to the tip. She locked eyes with me and flicked her tongue over the slit of my dick, which caused my hips to jerk forward. My dick was sensitive as hell. She knew that shit, but the filthy little cum slut that she was, wouldn’t stop her from sucking the soul out of me.

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