Page 15 of The Filth Kings II

Everything was perfect with and on Syren, down to her sharp cheekbones and perfectly sculpted nose. She had full natural soft pink lips, her eyes were icy blue and deep. No one would ever be able to tell that Syren was born a male. Her natural lashes fluttered like butterfly wings. Her shoulders were slender.

My gaze drifted over the swell of her chest, the way that her thin, silky shirt clung to her breasts, showcasing her gum drop nipples. She could probably smell my arousal through the room. My eyes dropped down to the big bulge in her floral bell bottom pants. I licked my lips and instantly wanted what she was working with inside of me.

“You’re doing that weird shit again.” She smirked mischievously at me.

Her delicate hand drifted down her body and landed on her dick. She gave a light squeeze then pulled her floral pants down enough for her dick to spring out like hydraulics was attached to her balls.

“What weird shit am I doing?” I smirked back at her and laid back until the back of my head kissed the pillow.

I spread my legs wide open to give her the view that I wanted her to take care of. The air in the room massaged my swollen clit as my eyes struggled to stay open.

“I said—” Syren stroked her curved thick dick and stepped further into the room.

“If I give you this—” She released her dick.

“Would you give me more later; you’ve been acting stingy lately.” She talked lowly.

I took in a deep breath; I felt my entire body heat up. It had to be a sin to be this attracted to something so imperfectly perfect. Syren opened her mouth while licking her lips. Spit purposely fell from her plump lips and onto her shaft to moisten it up. She fisted her dick as I eyed the veins in her hands pop out.

“Fuck, Syren…I’ll give you whatever, take off your shirt for me, baby,” I moaned as I slid my index and middle finger along the folds of my wet pussy.

“Remember you said that shit. I don’t fuck for nothing, Rylie.” Her soft angelic voice grew deeper on purpose. She knew that shit turned me the fuck on.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

“Got dammit!!!!!” I damn near yelled out in frustration.

“You already know who the fuck that is.” Syren rolled her eyes.

“Fuck him, I plan on breaking up with him anyway. I told him already via text, I guess he needs me to tell him face to face. Leave the shirt on and just fuck me real quick so I can release, Syren.” My eyes slanted, filled with lust for her, thanks to Octavio.

“You want to make him wait, while I make you cum?” She licked her lips and chuckled dryly.

“Of course that’s what I want.” I snapped back, tired of the pointless banter that she was trying to conjure up all because she was a jealous, selfish bitch.

“Stand up then,” she taunted out.

I hated being at her mercy, but I needed this release as bad as I needed air. This was the side of me that I hated. Addicted to sex and the high that a powerful release gave me. My body always betrayed me, my mind made nothing but excuses. The voice in my head always told me that it was okay. The hunger constantly gnawed at me. I never craved romance, nor love or even a connection with my sexual partners. I wanted what I wanted and then I’d return back to normal.

After I got my release from Syren, I’d go back to treating her like the best friend she is. Something deep inside of me told me that with Octavio, it would be different. The sick and demented part of me convinced me that he was my cure. Since I couldn’t get my cure, I had to do whatever I could to feed the hunger that didn’t go away.

Right now, I craved the rush of skin against skin, something big and wide plunging inside of me. My bones felt like heated putty. My blood rushed to parts that remained neglected for the first half of the day. I already knew how Syren wanted me. I got a little mad that I couldn’t take the control that I wanted to obtain. I wanted to suck on her full breasts while her dick knocked against my clit.

“Are you wet for me?” She whispered softly, her lips touched against my ear as she pulled my body flush against hers.

“I’m wet for Octavio.” I managed to say in a nicer tone since I yearned to feel her inside of me.

“Tell me to fuck you until you nut all over my dick then, Rylie. Beg for it while your bum ass boyfriend bangs on the door.” She inhaled me deeply.

“Dammit, Syren! Stop fucking toying with me right now?—”

My words cut off when I felt her hard erection press against me. She spun me around, her lips were forceful as her teeth grazed against my lips. She kissed me deep and rough then pulled away. My body cried in response, she pushed me back, I fell on the bed weakly. In seconds, I felt her at my entrance. She entered me roughly, swiftly, her dick felt like it was ripping me apart.

Her hands pressed hard against my stomach as she grounded her teeth.

“Make your pussy breathe, your too fucking tight, Rylie; this shit is choking my dick!” She gritted out.

My muscles released slightly. I wrapped my legs around her round ass and rocked my hips with my eyes rolling into the back of my head. Her ocean blue eyes locked with mine as she stroked me recklessly. In seconds, I released. My body shook violently, Syren snatched her dick out of me and released on top of my pussy. I panted with a crooked smile plastered on my face.

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