Page 63 of The Filth Kings II

She tasted so fucking good, I kissed her pussy then devoured it. Natavi panted and called out my name; in order for me to show mercy, she would have to get off of my face and I knew with the way that I was eating her, it wouldn’t be any time soon. I tilted my head back into the pillow and watched the way her perky titties bounced. Her thigh muscles quivered against my jaw.

I gripped my dick tighter and pumped faster as my tongue thumped harder against her clit.

“Monni!” She cried out then started to buck against my mouth.

“I’m about to cum again, baby.” She sighed before shaking violently.

I pulled her pussy lips apart and blew on her clit as she continued to shake. My dick started to twitch, and my nut shot everywhere as I licked her pussy softly. Once her orgasm subsided, she slowly moved off of my face. I wanted to protest but this was all about Natavi being in control.

Natavi kept her promise and licked all of my nut up until I got back hard. She sat on her knees obediently and sighed.

“I want you take control, Monni. I enjoyed it but I need you in control.” She locked eyes with me and that was all I needed to hear.

I didn’t say shit, just gazed at her body, taking in her beauty. In a flash, I was up ready to punish the fuck out of her for something that I offered. I made her get on her hands and knees then yanked her head back by her hair.

“It’s all too much for you, Natavi.” I pressed my hard dick between her ass cheeks.

“Yes, I like it better when you’re in control,” she moaned out.

“As you should.” I grabbed my dick and slapped it on each ass cheek until it turned rosy red.

She glanced at me over her shoulder then let her head rest against the mattress. I pulled back enough to lean down and bite each ass cheek; I moved swiftly, letting my tongue lead the way. I licked Natavi from her pussy to her asshole. She moaned like she was possessed and rocked back against me. I moved away then slapped her against the ass making her ass cheeks jiggle.

I pushed two fingers inside of her and listened to her sigh. Her pussy already knew what to do, it clenched down on me so tightly as I pushed in and out of her. I rubbed the head of my dick against her hot pussy as I caressed her ass cheek where I smacked it hard at. I reached underneath her stomach and strummed her clit as I pushed all the way inside of her.

“You giving me another baby tonight.” I groaned as she rocked back against me.

Her head fell forward as she grabbed the pillow and bit into it. I hissed from the tight hold her pussy had on my dick as I thrusted in and out. Once I released Natavi’s clit, I pulled her up by the neck until her back was against my chest. The back of her head rested against my shoulder as I pushed in and out of her.

My hands cupped her pussy then traveled up to her titties. I nipped at her earlobes, then flicked my tongue up and down her neck.

“Baby, I need to cum.”

“Then cum all over this dick. You gone be coming all night, Natavi, don’t ask just release that shit.”

Chapter31

Octavio

“Take me to the beach, I need to release my best friend and all of these painful emotions.”

I stood a good ten paces back like Rylie Rose asked me to. My hands were buried deep in my pockets as a gust of wind blew pass my face. Rylie kept walking until the water rose to her ankles. She clutched the gold urn like it was a piece of her own body that she didn’t want to give up. Her shoulders were squared, stiff with fake strength that she’d been wearing like armor since she found out that Syren died.

Truth is, Rylie had been too calm, pill-calm, cold-calm. The kind of calm that scared me more than any of the hell she used to raise when she stalked me. It’s been two weeks; she took her medicine in the morning and at night before bed. She barely smiled, which told me that she was hurting. I didn’t like witnessing her as she was now. I wanted to change that so I made it my business to try to include her at the studio.

Rylie still woke up to clean the mess that wasn’t there. She cooked for us, showered, and laid in my bed when it was time to go to sleep. Two days ago, she joined me on set and got happy when I removed my shirt to reveal my breasts. I was hesitant to do that but before I recorded, she told me that the views would go insane and she was absolutely right. It was Rylie that filmed me and Chocolate’s steamy sex session. It was also Rylie that spoke life into me right before I went into the room to record. She kept telling me to accept my entire being, breasts included. I always told myself that I accepted me, but always found myself going into hiding whenever I thought someone would judge.

I hired Rylie the same day because she was damn good at filming and directing. She did her thing, and I could see from the look in her eyes that she was proud of herself. Later that night she confessed to me how she was never able to keep a job. Most people would witness her talk to herself and find a reason to fire her. She went to film school and fell in love with capturing things on camera. Rylie wanted to be different than what her parents were. That’s something we both had in common.

I watched her short frame from the back, she turned to the side and I saw her lips moving a mile a minute. Her red wavy hair whipped around her round face as her pretty brown eyes looked out toward the water. The urn shook in her arms as she pressed it close to her chest. I shifted my weight, I wanted so bad to go to her. I stayed where I was. I wanted to listen to her and give her the space that she needed in this moment.

The water lapped at her feet and ankles. She walked a little further into the water and stopped to bend down. Her hands shook as her hair stuck to her tear-stricken cheeks. She pried the lid off with desperation. Her voice carried with the wind; I couldn’t make out the words but didn’t have to. I heard the ‘goodbye’ and ‘I love you’ in it.

Rylie tilted the urn, and the ashes caught the breeze and scattered like swirling smoke; it vanished into the arms of the ocean. Seconds later, she broke. I froze, I saw Rylie angry, obsessed, wild, reckless, clingy, and most of all beautiful. But I had never seen her shattered. Her small hands clawed at the sand like she needed something, anything to hold onto. Her cries weren’t soft, they came from the deepest, blackest part of her soul.

Every sob tore something loose inside of me too. I took a step forward and she turned her head to lock eyes with me. She shook her head desperately no as she continued to cry. My throat tightened until it was sore. I wanted to run to her and pull her into my arms. I needed to tell her that she wasn’t all alone. I could take her pain, and I’d carry that shit with her or for her. I stood still with my own tears stinging my eyes. I clenched my fist so tight that I could feel my nails biting into the palms of my hand.

I tried to understand that this wasn’t about me. This was Rylie Rose’s moment, her grief, and final goodbye. She wanted to drown with me standing behind her and I would stand to make sure that the waves wouldn’t take her under. I felt helpless as the wind howled around us mixing with her cries. Syren’s ashes were long gone now.

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