Page 21 of The Filth Kings

“Your obsessed with me, Angel, that’s why I’m stuck inside of your dreams each time you fall to sleep.” He picked me up until my pussy clenched around the tip of his fat mushroom head then slammed me back down.

“Why the fuck do you want to be obsessed with a man that will break you?” He shifted his hips and moved in circles inside of me. I groaned as his body rocked my hips with his.

“I’m going to fuck you over and over, and destroy you. You will fall in love with me then later hate the four-letter word.” He growled as he bit down hard into my shoulder.

His hand reached down between us, he strummed my clit effortlessly as his motions inside of me got more deliberate and intense.

“You hate me, Angel!” He pulled back and pushed back in abruptly.

“Yessss!!!” I yelled at the top of my lungs as I secretly wished that this moment right here could last forever.

“Then cum all over this dick, and wake your ass up to the remnant smell of me!” Detavio applied more pressure to my clit then moved his fingers faster around it.

“Detavio!” I begged for mercy as my legs shook.

“That’s it, make that pussy submit and tremble around me.” His voice didn’t waver, his dark orbs didn’t flinch nor blink.

He wouldn’t let up, his strokes didn’t stop. Detavio’s fingers kept rolling and pinching my clit, making it hard for me to stop cumming all around his girth. Every muscle inside of me tensed up as my breaths became ragged.

Eleven

“Angel!”

I clutched my chest underneath my heavy comforter with my eyes glued to the ceiling. I didn’t have to check my bed because underneath me was soaked. Embarrassment engulfed me as I laid as stiff as a statue covered as my father yelled my name over and over.Why the fuck does my room smell like him?

“Angel, if you don’t say something, I’m going to call the ambulance and get you some medical help. I’m no doctor, baby, but from where I stand…something just ain’t right.” My father rambled whenever his nerves was bad.

I slowly sat up and stopped myself from yawning or even attempting to stretch. I didn’t want to make any sudden movements while my father stood by the door, halfway inside of my room. Something halted me from moving fully into my new house. I had the keys and yet, I stayed another week at my parents’ house. Detavio kept forcing his way into my mental.

Every night he appeared in my dreams. When I woke up, I felt just how I did now. A mess; hot, horny, and highly bothered. I remembered each dream so vividly, I realized that I was in a mental battle with myself. I was disgusted with the mere fact of me dreaming about a man that I deemed as unhinged with no morals. The difference with this dream, was that I woke up smelling Detavio. His distinctive woodsy cologne mixed with tobacco invaded my nostrils.

I also woke up drenched, my legs felt stiff and sore like someone stretched my legs far beyond the norm. I knew that I had peed in the bed from how the covers stuck to my body. Something wasn’t right with me, just like my father had stated.

I blinked my eyes rapidly, as my heartrate accelerated.Was it real?I asked myself as I looked around my room in a panic. I inhaled deeply and his smell was strong.

“Angel?” My father called out to me.

I locked eyes with him and willed myself not to cry just because my anxiety and frustration was currently getting the best of me.

“Pa?” I searched his eyes for help.

I wanted him to ease my worries. Hopefully, I was just tripping out majorly.

“Yes, baby.” My father stepped further into the room.

I quickly held my hand up, stopping him, too paranoid for him to come all the way in.What if he is still in here hiding somewhere?

“Angel, you’re scaring me.”

My father dug into his pants pocket; he pulled out his cellphone. Next, he pulled his glasses down from the top of his bald head and adjusted them on the bridge of his long roman nose.

“Pa, what cologne do you have on?” I changed the subject to stop him from dialing 9-1-1.

“I don’t know, I kind of love it, though. Your ma went shopping the day before yesterday. Today is my first day testing it out, you like it?” He smiled genuinely.

I instantly calmed down and released the breath that I had been holding on to.

“Yea, Pa, I like it. It got my whole room smelling good.” I smiled.

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