Page 82 of The Filth Kings

“Come here, let me tell you some shit.” The heat of his words spread through me.

It ignited something deep inside of me, as I obeyed and closed the space between us. We stood toe to toe, his cologne drifted up my nose as I tilted my head back to gaze into his eyes.

“Every inch of you belongs to me, these curves drive me insane…” His fingers brushed against the curve of my waist.

“You standing in front of me, with your breath caught in your throat. Your eyes wide as fuck because you know the great lengths that I will go to claim you. I won’t stop, especially since I know and can smell how your pussy always reacts to me. You feel this shit…” He picked my hand up and held it up to his heart.

“It’s beating as fast as yours. So don’t fucking play with me, Angel. You’re mine, sweetheart, and since you stood in my face acting like you not aware…undress now, so I can make sure you know it after tonight.” He dropped my hand then took a step back.

“I won’t repeat myself,” he added, the base of his voice meant he was serious as hell.

I touch the hem of my waist, then slowly rolled my sweatpants down along with my panties. I clumsily stepped out of them, then held off on removing my sports bra.

“Let them titties drop free.” He smirked.

“You had a release today?” I lifted an arched brow. I tried to buy myself some time.

The hungry look in Detavio’s eyes told me that he was going to try to break my damn back all the way in.

“Late last night, I did,” he admitted.

“What if I had a release last night?” I smirked.

“With your fingers?” He practically growled out.

“No with?—”

I wasn’t able to get the words out. Detavio took one long stride to close the gap between us. He tossed his cigar down on my floor and stepped on the tip. I wanted to react to him fucking up my freshly shined wooden floor but had no time to utter a word. His rough hand enclosed around my throat, he yanked me forward and squeezed tighter.

“He’d be dead in the middle of you coming on his dick, you little Pussy.” He gritted.

I stifled a moan then gasped when he took steps forward with my throat still in the palm of his hand. I felt the back of my legs hit the bed.

“Tavio wait!” I whined out.

“What about your expensive ass suit?” I asked.

“Fuck this suit, I want your pussy stains all over them.” He yanked my sports bra off of me.

Detavio liftedme just enough to toss me on my bed. He impatiently crawled onto the bed until his arms and thighs caged me in beneath him. He kissed my chin, neck to my breasts. I whimpered and moaned as the warmth of his mouth and tongue closed over my right nipple. Detavio sucked, kissed, then licked around my nipple. His teeth grazed the tip with his teeth and by the time he went to my left nipple I felt my pussy gush out against the fabric of his pants against me.

He sucked harder then stopped every couple of seconds to flick his tongue while blowing cool air over my areola. Detavio pulled back and looked down at me for a couple of seconds.

“So fucking thick and sexy.” He murmured.

He nudged my legs further apart then lowered his mouth to my pussy. His beard hair tickled my ass, his tongue lapped at my folds. With hunger, he latched on to my clit then circled his tongue around it. I clutched the sheets and tried to catch my breath but couldn’t. Detavio started to suck in a rhythm that makes me cum in seconds.

My entire body trembled; his entire face was buried between my legs as I begged him to slow down. The bottom of my stomach cramped up, his broad muscles in his shoulders flexed beneath my knees. He shook his head like a dog from side to side then up and down. Another orgasm crashed over me just as his tongue darted from side to side across my swollen clit.

“Detavio!” I panted out.

Tears blurred my vision as I sat up on my elbows.

“Say that shit again, Pussy.” He pulled back a little, then pressed a kiss against my wet flesh.

“Tavio.” I whimpered out.

He sat up and fumbled around with the top of his pants that was ruined. Tears ran down the sides of my face and into my eardrums. I shivered from the sensation of Detavio’s hard dick pressed against the top of my thigh. I felt a rush of wetness seep out of me. Detavio reached down and pinched the bottom of my ass. He picked my legs up and dipped down low again, my legs relaxed on his shoulders.He just can’t get enough.I thought as my cheeks heated up.

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