Page 84 of The Filth Kings

“And you too fuckin’ tight!” He roared.

He smirked and slid all the way in, my mouth fell all the way open as he slid his fingers through my hair. His hand reached down between us, he rubbed my clit until my pussy muscles relaxed around him. He pulled halfway back and thrusted all the way back in. I shut my eyes and moaned. Detavio’s soft lips kissed each eyelid before he spoke.

“Open your eyes, baby,” he said in a softer tone.

My hands moved from around his neck, I pressed the palms of my hands flat on his chest.

“It’s gripping the fuck out of me, Pussy.” He kissed my neck.

I inhaled then exhaled him. He kissed all over my face then licked up my neck. Once I adjusted to him, I moved my hips a little bit. He withdrew and thrusted back in harder. He twisted my nipples then spit on them as his strokes picked up. In the middle of me moaning, he shoved his tongue inside of my mouth. Our tongues twisted with one another at the same rhythm of his dick inside of my pussy.

He rammed it in so deep I felt his balls slap against my ass each time he thrusted inside of me.

“I plan on nutting all over you, your big ass titties, your fluffy stomach, in and all around this fat pussy. I want you to bathe in this shit.” He gritted out.

He pulled on leg up and hung it over his arm. He pulled almost all the way out and pushed back in. He kissed along my jaw with hooded eyes, his hands went around my hips as I felt pressure build inside of me. The sound of his dick sounded so damn good. It no longer hurts, all I felt was pure pleasure.

“When I nut in you, a shower won’t stop me from leaking out of this pussy. I want you walking around my event with a soppy wet pussy. If you’re a good girl after the event, I just might take you back to my place and let the women there take turns licking and sucking my nut out of you.”

His filthy words pushed me over the fucking cliff. I started to cum, my orgasm was so intense that it hurt. Detavio knew I was coming and he refused to stop stroking. Minutes later his dick twitched inside of me as he started to release what felt like buckets of nut inside of me.

We both panted, he leaned forward and pecked my lips one last time before he slid out of me. Both of my legs remained wide open as I stared up at the ceiling. I was so exhausted; I closed my eyes ready to fall asleep until I felt two of his fingers slid right back inside of me.

“Detavio, I can’t.” I protested.

I felt weak all over, he ignored me and continued to coat his fingers with his nut lodged inside of me.

“You can, Pussy.” He laid on his side and took one of my nipples into his mouth.

“W—we will…be late to y—your?—”

“We won’t, and if we are…I don’t give a fuck, it’s my event. Cum for me one more time so you can take a nap.” He chuckled.

I thought I couldn’t, but Detavio proved me wrong. Another orgasm approached as he continued to suck on my nipple like a pacifier. My body shook and trembled. When I was done cumming, he removed his fingers then repositioned me until he was spooning me from behind.

Thirty-Eight

Flashing lights stung my eyes.I barely noticed the cameras that snapped at me and all the news reporters as we walked past the sea of people. My hand found the curve of Angel’s waist, the silk of her Vera Wang gown spilled behind her as I guided her inside. She stood beside me, radiant and glowing. The smell of her perfume was as sweet as her pussy that still lingered on my taste buds.

Nobody existed right now. I had Angel. Her eyes gleamed up at me, and I felt something deep in her knowing eyes. It almost terrified me, it felt like salvation. I took in all of her, down to her fingers that was painted sinful red. When we entered, I stood at the edge of the red carpet and took in the entire place.I got to give Maylee a raise.I thought with a crooked smile on my face.

“This is beautiful.” Angel gazed around; her hand gripped mine tighter.

Her long hair was curled and feathered all over, it framed her beautiful round face elegantly.

“Yeah, Maylee did her thing with this…but you stole the show.” I leaned down to peck her on the top of her forehead.

“I would say you look good, but your pants are discolored.” She smirked.

“Because of you.” I chuckled dryly.

I didn’t give a damn about my pants having pussy juice stains. I dared anyone to mention it. All the men around the world that would see my pictures in the media would know what was up once they saw Angel glued to my side. If I had an open opportunity here, I’d take her somewhere and fuck her again before we made it back to my house.

Impurity was dead, along with Jalissa. It felt like the weight of the world was off of my shoulders. The world accused me of foul play, but they’d never be able to prove a damn thing. I didn’t give a fuck what they thought, as long as people stayed the fuck out of my way. I felt a rough tap on my shoulder. Without looking, I knew it was Monster. The sound of Angel’s chair scooting backward snatched my attention.

I turned in my seat then instantly smirked when I looked up at Monster. I never saw him rock a suit, let alone have a woman on his arm in public. I stood and slapped hands with him. He pulled me in close and patted my back.

“Let the women talk and enjoy themselves…Come take a walk with me brother.” He talked lowly.

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