Page 30 of The Filth Kings II

I lowered my gun all the way. I could see it in her glassy eyes that she had a far-off look. The kind of look that told you that a person built an entire world inside of their head. I was the center of that world, whether I wanted to be or not. My shoulders dropped as I took steps closer until I was able to set my gun down on the side table close enough to the lazy boy chair that I took a seat in.

“Listen…you can’t keep doing this shit. It isn’t love, this is not how it’s supposed to look,” I stated.

I looked into her pretty brown eyes and watched them narrow. The mischievous smirk never left her face as she started to talk.

“You’re wrong.” Her eyes left mine.

She swirled the last of her wine around in her cup and shrugged her shoulders.

“You don’t see it, but soon you will. I’m everything you need.”

I took in a deep breath and leaned forward. I rested my elbows on my knees and tried to steady my voice enough to reach whatever part of her brain that was reachable.

“You broke into my fuckin’ house, Rylie—Nah…let me rewind a little then fast forward. I want you to open that mind of yours all the way up and pay attention. First, you been watching me for some time now. Since watching my porn videos. If you liked me then, you could have gone about it the right way to get my attention. Instead, you are stalking me. Leaving notes on my car and other public places for me to find. Now, here we are…in my home.” I paused for clarification then continued.

“You broke into my home, but before you did that…you did something to my guards. You are wearing lingerie, you bought candles and wine then came here in the middle of the night. You need help, real help. There’s a line between love and obsession, and you crossed it. I’m willing to get you the resources that you need?—”

“Because you love this shit! You think I’m fucking stupid? Your dick is hard, so you can sit across from me trying to sound well put together all you fuckin’ want to. I’m not in denial about my mental state of mind. My parents made me aware at a very young age to accept myself for who the fuck I am. But…you!” Her eyes widened as her voice elevated.

She gasped and covered her mouth then rolled her eyes dramatically. She let out a soft laugh that sounded almost musical then lowered her voice to an even sexy tone.

“I’m not going to stop, Octavio.” She chuckled.

Her gaze burned into mine, sharp and unblinking.

“I won’t stop, but maybe I can act more normal for you once I have you. You can’t fight this shit, and I’m done writing letters and giving you space. You need my help as well. You refuse to accept yourself for who you are.”

“What am I?” My brows bunched together.

“A beautiful man, that needs taming. A man that hides behind a suit, when you have a body worth praising. I can control the way you feel once I make you nut. I can make your entire body feel good until I reach that defiant brain of yours…yet, you’re too stuck on what others would think. You’re too caught up on me not doing things the traditional way…” Rylie sat all the way up and bit into her bottom lip before speaking.

“Your mine, Octavio. Ask for forgiveness, not permission. With my persistence, I can turn you into the man that you always wanted to be,” she moaned out the last of her sentence.

Rylie Rose sat back on the couch in a slouched position. Slowly, she reached for the top of her bralette and snatched it down. Her full titties bounced out first as her eyes fluttered. She used her hands to pinch her nipples, she flicked them back and forth with the pad of her thumbs.

“I just can’t help it, and you should feel honored. I’m so fucking turned on, Octavio. I can see your beady nipples sticking through your white beater. Let me lick and suck them, my love. I can suck them soft then hard while I take that beautiful long dick of yours.” Her back arched off the couch.

I blinked my eyes and became conflicted. My mouth watered at how ripe and full her titties looked as she toyed with them. The air in the room shifted, I was ashamed by how hard I was right now by just her words. She was fucking my mind up, and I was being weak to it all instead of standing my ground.

“Get out, Rylie Rose.” I forced myself to look away from her.

“You don’t even believe yourself, baby. That dick can’t ignore me either. If you really want me gone, call the police…I’m not leaving anytime soon. Either you call the authorities, go back to bed, or watch me now then join when I say so.”

I should have stood up and did what a normal person would have done from jump…call the police. I was far from normal; I was starting to believe that I was just insane as her. I watched Rylie slide the tip of her tongue between her teeth. She moved and pulled something from behind her. Rylie took in a deep breath then held up a metal bullet-shaped toy.

I gripped the arm rest tightly as she sucked in a breath; she clicked a button on her a toy and the low vibrating sound was the only noise I heard besides my breathing. Rylie gazed over at me with hooded, seductive eyes. The bullet had to be about eight inches long. She flicked her tongue all around it then pushed it to the back of her throat until she gagged loudly.

She picked up her legs and spread them far apart. All the blood inside of my body rushed right to the tip of my dick, my balls tightened from the sight of her fat wet pussy. She pressed the bullet against herself, my dick twitched as she spread her legs wider.

“I want you,” she moaned lowly.

“All of you.” She uttered underneath her breath.

My mouth watered; I was too locked in to look the fuck away. She used one hand to spread her pussy lips a part. Slowly, she pushed the bullet inside of her pussy and left it there. Her breath hitched as her hand fell away from the bullet. Rylie took her index finger and circled her clit with it as she made her pussy push the bullet in and out of her soppy wet tunnel.

“Let me see that dick.” She smirked.

“If you pull it out, that means I get to do whatever the fuck I want to do to you.” Her eyelids shut.

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