Page 54 of The Filth Kings

“Nut?” I asked as I cut her off with a smirk plastered on my face.

I leaned down to lick up her stomach and around her belly button. My thumb pressed down on her clit. It throbbed in need and I held back my sinister laugh. I continued to trail kisses up to her perky titties. I nipped at each nipple then latched on to the right one. Her body bucked off the bed, I cupped her hot pussy as I rubbed my palm over her clit. The tip of my middle finger dipped in her tunnel then traced around her lips.

I dipped my finger all the way inside of her then dragged it up to her clit swirled it around her bud and observed the way her body reacted. I was addicted to watching her pretty little pussy gush out for me in appreciation. Natavi arched her back off her bed and whined out her frustrations. I pushed her stomach back down and continued to swirl and smear her wetness all around her sex.

The problem for me was stopping, how could I stop? When she tasted so fucking good. I dipped my finger in and out of her tunnel and sucked on her nipples then tugged at them with my teeth. I released her right nipple then looked down at her flat stomach. I spit down on it then trailed my tongue down the center of her breasts until it landed on my spit puddle which tasted like her pussy.

Once I got back down to her pussy, I sucked and licked some more. I sped up my tongue as she panted harder. She begged me for a release. She thrusted her pussy into my fingers that moved in and out of her knocking each time against her G-spot. Her titties bounced up and down as her tight pussy gripped my fingers.

My dick ached and twitched painfully. I sat up and eyed her, ready to fuck her head up.

“Lick me,” I told her.

I looked down at my scars. I opened my mouth and let spit travel down my chest until it landed right above my dick. Natavi sat up with lust written in her eyes. She softly kissed my stomach and darted her tongue out over my chest where the spit trail started until her tongue licked around my abs that was painted with deep scar wounds. My stomach tightened as I grabbed the back of her neck then guided her head up and down my map of old wounds. I pushed her back by the forehead and got on top of her as her hands landed on my waist.

“Can I lick your lips?” She asked cautiously.

I nodded my head, wanting to feel her tongue all over me. Her tongue darted out, as she dragged her tongue from corner to corner of my bottom lip just as the head of my dick crowned her tight pussy. I pushed all the way inside of her, she felt so damn good my arms almost gave out.

I growled as I murmured words that I couldn’t even understand. I slid almost all the way out and thrusted back in.

“You love it?” I taunted.

She nodded as I pushed her thighs up alongside of her to drive in to hit a certain spot. My breath fanned and teased her ear before I spoke into her ear.

“You can love me all you want, Natavi. You’ll never change or control me.” I bit into the bottom of her earlobe.

Her pussy contracted and spasmed around my dick.

“I’m going to kill, Chedda. Whatever love you had for him will die when he takes his last breath. Now cum all over my dick!” I gritted out.

I circled my hips and slammed inside of her over and over until heat filled my nuts and blood rushed to the tip of my dick. I released inside of her as she sobbed through her ocean of tears. What a good way to mourn and get over another dead man walking.

Twenty-Five

Detavio Decebal was nota man of his word. It’s been a week of me going insane with no contact with the outside world. I was able to count the days of me being stuck in this pit from the maid that opened the metal door with guards standing by her side in case I tried to make a run for it every day. The maid ignored me, she didn’t answer any of my questions.

I didn’t know her name, she came in to clean then she would return with two trays of food that he expected to last me all day. I was humiliated, angry, and devastated. When was he going to let me go? It felt like I had bed sores from lying in bed all day to stay warm from the cold vents that ran twenty-four seven. I begged the guards and the maid for clothes. They offered me no response as I screamed at them, begging for what they should have wanted to give me.

I thought about charging them, I wanted to beat their asses but the guns visible on the guards’ hips made me rethink my intrusive thoughts of fighting my way out of this pit. I was bored out of my mind. Each day, I wondered if I would see Detavio. He never showed his face. The women that he promised me interviews with in exchange for my body had never shown up either. I’ve cried until my throat turned raw from sobbing. I prayed to God for his mercy and holy spirit to cover and carry me out of here. I felt hopeless, and maybe soon he’d win this entire game and break me permanently. I was losing my mind, my sanity, and my dignity confined to a space while he held all of the power to free me from this.

I sat up, stretched then sluggishly got out of the bed to walk across the cold floor to drink water and shower. I didn’t know the time, but showers kept me from completely losing my mind. I escaped behind the steamy walls and forced myself to think positive thoughts. Soon as I got out of the shower, I sat on top of the toilet seat to moisturize my skin.

Detavio must’ve had a Black woman shop for all of the hair supplies that I had inside of this bathroom. It was pointless to me. What did I need hair supplies for when he didn’t offer me clothes and undergarments to cover myself properly? I ended up putting leave-in conditioner in my hair then I slicked my edges with edge control. My hair ended up being in a high bun so it was off of my shoulders.

I felt a little brand new as I left out of the bathroom. Soon as I slid back in bed, the metal door clicked which indicated that the maid was making another round to check if I had water. I rolled my eyes as two guards walked in followed by a tall, slender, beautiful woman. She took my breath away at first sight, she was dressed in business attire but it looked very sensual from the way her expensive pieces of thread clung to her body. Her slanted eyes penetrated mine as her heels click clacked against the floor. She looked at me apologetically then did the same hair flip gesture that I did at least five times a day out of habit.

“My apologies, Angel. Things have been hectic for me and some of the other women living here at Mr. Decebal’s estate. I was supposed to come and meet with you soon as I was asked to,” she stated as she gestured to a chair to one of the guards to fetch for her.

This woman looked of importance by her posture and how she walked in confidently. She definitely didn’t appear to be here against her will.

“My name is, Maylee.” She smiled.

A little hope hit me as I watched the guard bring her over the suede lounge chair that remained in the corner of the room. My eyes roamed over the cold pit, and landed on all the different knives that remained locked in glass boxes on the shelves. One of the boxes had my blood smeared on it from me attempting to break the box with a damn butter knife to fight my way for freedom. I got pissed with the incompetent knife and foolishly used my fist and damn near broke it.

“Things have to go a little differently, the other women will not join me today. They are all out of town with Detavio.” She smirked as she took a seat then crossed her legs elegantly.

“How long has he been out of town?” I asked.

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