Page 9 of The Filth Kings II

“Yes, baby, I swear!” Natavi yelled out.

“Tell me you sorry for saying that.” I moved my thumb from side to side then nibbled around her nipple as it continued to drip.

“I’m sorry, Monni!”

“Wrong fuckin’ name.” I slapped her entire pussy.

“Sorry Master!”

“You better start acting like you know who the fuck is in charge and stop acting like you got a fuckin problem with me being your man,” I gritted out.

I released her nipple then moved my hand from between her legs. My hands went underneath her thighs, I pulled her to the edge of the seat and held her legs back until they was almost touching the sides of her face. I wanted to stuff half of my dick inside of her, but the hunger inside of me raged looking down at her wet pretty pussy.

“You came outside to act out, entertain me and show me something before I give you what you want, Natavi.” I demanded.

She flexed her hips a little as her stomach shifted. With one hand, Natavi’s fingers pulled her pussy lips apart and she daintily toyed with her clit. I watched her intently with the cold air of the night caressing my back as she pushed her fingers in and out of her pussy.

“Faster.” I started to kneel in front of her, releasing her legs.

“Monni, please!” She pleaded, sounding frustrated.

I ignored her as my knee pressed into the grass. Her legs now dangled out the truck and onto my shoulders.

“Speed that shit up,” I demanded.

I reached over her hand and pinched her nipples; her milk dripped like a broken faucet, while my thumbs ran over the tips.

“Hold that nut,” I warned her.

Her body bucked; her moans grew louder. I slapped her hands away and dipped my head between her legs. I pressed a firm kiss against her clit. I inhaled and exhaled her pussy. My tongue dipped inside of her. Natavi didn’t understand how addicted and obsessed I was from the mere taste of her. I circled her clit then sucked at it lightly. I paused every time her legs tried to clench tight then repeated the action.

I planned to teach her a fuckin’ lesson, make her a believer, cause her to ache since she chose not to trust me like I trusted her.

“I can’t hold it, baby!” She whined out.

I abruptly rose up then pulled my dick out. I slapped it against her pussy until it turned rosy red. I gripped her hips and pushed the tip inside of her.

“Cum on this dick.” I pushed in a little more.

She came with a loud cry, tears cascaded down the sides of her face as she shook violently. I inched in further, her pussy spasmed around me. She felt so good that I felt my pre cum leaking inside of her and I wasn’t even all the way inside.

“Continue to make that pussy gasp around my dick.” I grunted out.

It’s been months since I felt the inside of Natavi’s pussy. I withdrew from her pussy and went halfway back in. It took a lot to hold back from sliding all the way inside.

“Fill me all the way up, I can take it.” She panted.

“You can’t,” I gritted.

“I can!” she retorted out of breath.

Natavi looked up in my eyes as I went all the way inside of her. I got lost to the pleasure and shut my eyes for a couple of seconds to savor her. I opened her up; her pussy fought back, tightening with each stroke.

“Open wider for me.” I picked her up from the seat as her legs wrapped around me.

Shutting the truck door behind me, I guided her up and down on my length. Her stomach kept a space between us, reminding me to be careful and not rough with her. I trekked across the grass with Natavi’s juices gushing down my balls as I made my way carefully up the porch steps. She begged for another release; I granted her that.

As soon as I started to nut inside of her, our baby kicked hard. I saw the foot poke through her swollen belly and damn near dropped her. I finished emptying my nut inside of her as we walked through the front door. I walked with Natavi through the house to our bedroom. Before I could lay her down, Natavi’s pussy gushed out like she was peeing on me. She gasped and gripped her stomach.

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