Page 74 of The Filth Kings

My body didn’t have enough time to come down from my orgasm. He slammed into me and pounded relentlessly as Maylee thrusted her pussy against my mouth. She grabbed my head and pushed my head so far up inside of her pussy that my nose rubbed against her clit. I couldn’t ground myself. Detavio thrusted deeper inside of me. I cried out and flicked my tongue over Maylee’s pussy. She shook and trembled, then pulled me up into her lap which was a relief from Detavio’s dick. She kissed me sloppily, Detavio closed the space and entered me from behind as I got lost in a passionate lip locking session with Maylee. She snaked her hand between us to play with my pussy. I started to feel delirious as pleasure zinged throughout my body.

My orgasm approached again. Detavio’s hands snaked around to cup my titties. His fingers pinched the tips, he gripped my hips tighter as I started to explode. I felt his dick twitch inside of me and then his release followed next. He filled me up to the brim, Maylee’s fingers and tongue didn’t stop as tears blinded my vision. Detavio held me in his arms as Maylee eased from underneath me.

“I hope you come back, Angel. There are so many things that we can do with an unlimited amount of time. If y’all will excuse me, I’m leaving now…I got the urge to fuck my girl until she begs me to stop.” She smirked.

Maylee leaned down and placed a soft peck to my forehead. She got off the bed and picked up her robe at the door. Everything was sexy about Maylee, down to the way she sashayed out of the room. Detavio wasted no time, he helped me out of the bed. He grabbed my hand and led me to his bathroom. My mouth dropped from how nice and elegant it looked.

He guided me inside, his warm hand was on the small of my back. The door closed behind me and the space before me opened up. I stood in the middle of a bathroom that looked too beautiful to be real. His walls inside were marble with hints of gold. The floor was floor was covered with plush charcoal gray towels. His huge tub sat in the corner of the bathroom next to the floor to ceiling mirrors.

I watched Detavio press a couple of buttons behind the wall of glass. His shower was massive with a huge shower head and jets along the walls.

“Come see if this is the right temperature.” He motioned me over to me.

“I can see the steam from here, it’s perfect.” I smiled weakly and stepped into the shower with him.

We showered in silence then made it back to his room. He quietly changed the sheets for us then we got in bed together.

“Is this new for you?” I asked cautiously.

“Is what new?” He retorted.

“Sleeping in bed with a woman?” I scooted closer to him.

“Yeah, it’s the first time.” He grunted.

“Do you like it?”

“You not tired?” He turned to his side to face me, his bushy brows rose up.

“Don’t be rude, Detavio. The least you could do is give me a little conversation.” I frowned and tried to turn away from him.

He grabbed me by the arm and forced me back on my side. We faced each other in a stare off for a couple of seconds. Detavio’s smooth brown skin looked delectable. His manly features were perfect. He was the definition of handsome in every way.

“It’s my first time, but I like it, I won’t do it with another woman, though.” He admitted.

I watched him for a couple of seconds, this was my first time seeing him relaxed and calm.

“Before you ask, yes, I feel something for you. I don’t know how to explain that shit but I know you hate me. I kidnapped you, stalked you, and ate that pussy while you were asleep dreaming about me. I don’t regret tasting your cum because you begged me not to stop. I regret taking you against your will, scaring you to death and keeping you isolated. You the first woman that I’ve ever met to speak your mind and try to stand your ground. It turns me the fuck on, but none of this in your world is ethical enough for you to stay. Kidnapping you made me realize that I was acting like the one person I hate.” He huffed out and looked away from me.

I was stomped that he said all of what he said. He understood my position in all of this without me having to say it. I wouldn’t stay here; I needed time to get my mind together. After this, it would probably be my last time ever seeing Detavio. I understood that I felt conflicted and sad about my decision because of how good he just made me feel. This was not why I started this conversation; I actually wanted to pluck his brain and see how he felt about everything concerning Impurity.

It bothered him, I could tell. I imagined Detavio being the type of guy who never got to express his true feelings. It was probably a big reason why he didn’t know how to handle his own emotions and feelings.

“How do you feel about someone killing your father?” I asked.

Detavio still didn’t give me his eyes, I could feel his internal battle. I felt him withdrawing from me, I had to reel him back in. This would be good for him to speak and get things off of his chest. I lifted my hand then hesitated a little before my fingers reached the side of his face. His eyes snapped to mine, he looked fragile. Detavio would shatter at any moment. His eyes didn’t hold the usual intensity that they always had. His eyes were dull, his expression was unreadable but heavy with something unspoken.

The sharp planes of his face hardened, and it highlighted the slight crease between his brows. He looked away again with uncertainty; my fingers brushed his cheek, tentatively and slowly.

“He deserves to die, and so does my attachment with him.” He stiffened as I cupped the bottom of his face and pulled his face closer.

I exhaled and relaxed my nerves and silently prayed that he wouldn’t pull away. He didn’t, Detavio exhaled roughly then he leaned into my hand.

“It’s okay to be scared sometimes, you don’t have to tell me how your child hood was because I know that it was stolen…” My words trailed off.

I didn’t go further because I didn’t want my words to appear to be rude. His eye flicked to mine, guarded. I could see the battle within him, his silence was his answer.

“You’ve been strong all of your life, even the strongest get scared. They have fears but still push through their everyday life with their chin up. I know this because it’s me. You can’t bury your feelings forever, it’ll all start to eat you alive. You end up trying to navigate through life with pain and hurt clawing at your insides. It’s okay to express yourself and not give a fuck about how anyone else views you, unapologetically. So talk to me, who am I to judge? I already forgave you when I decided to come up here and sleep in your bed. I want to be your friend, associate… but…” I smiled warmly at him.

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