Page 61 of The Filth Kings II

I leaned into his touch, my breath caught as his hand crept between my inner thighs. Monni cupped my bare pussy and squeezed tightly then released it.

“But tonight…” He continued as he ran a finger down my left pussy lip.

“I want you to lead, in here. I want to give you my control. Let you take me the way you want, no rules, or expectation, just trust,” Monni murmured.

For a moment, I didn’t speak. My heart stuttered from the weight of what he was saying. Monni was my soul protector built of stone that would never give anyone any type of control or a way to lead him with anything. In so many words, he was telling me that he wanted to surrender to me out of love. I turned around and placed my hands on top of his chest.

“Are you sure?”

He nodded once, and then his signature devious smile stretched his face.

“I want to feel what it’s like to be yours.” He chuckled.

I waited a couple of seconds before a slow smile stretched across my face. I reached up and tugged at the gold chain wrapped around his neck to pull him toward the bed.

“Don’t get too carried away, I’m new to this shit,” Monni warned me.

“Don’t get too sprung and start acting out after I put it on you. I’m about to fuck and suck the shit out of you.” I winked at him.

“Oh, and you can’t nut unless I tell you to.”

Chapter30

Monster

The room was a little too quiet with no background noise or distractions from what was about to take place. I stood near the bed, waiting for Natavi to make her dramatic reentrance into our room. Finally the door opened up and Natavi walked out of it with her head held high. My eyes fell down to her long toffee legs.

My mouth watered, I suddenly wanted to back out of what I said about her taking control for once. I wanted to devour her, and make her crawl on her knees to me. When she looked at me, she didn’t smile, she commanded.

“Take it all off, Monni,” she said with a smooth but firm voice.

My jaw clenched, I hesitated to make a move at first since I always had control. I was the one who always took what I needed and what she wanted and begged for; this time I was playing to her tune. This shit wasn’t easy at all, my mind went to Octavio and how he explained him enjoying the way Rylie Rose took the dominant role in the bedroom. It couldn’t be me, but tonight I had something to prove to my wife.

I trusted her and I wanted her to know that I trusted her a hundred percent. This was deep for me, having someone take from you for years unwillingly made would make a person never want to have a person take or lead shit. I rid myself of any negative thoughts and swallowed the knot in my throat. My fingers twitched at the hem of my shirt. I looked at her, and searched her face for softness, something that would ease the bun of my pride that started to unravel.

I relaxed and saw no malice in her beautiful eyes nor cruelty, just want and need.

“I said take it off, baby,” she said slower this time.

I pulled my shirt over my head, then tossed it to the floor. I took in a deep breath as I unbuckled my belt. My pants and boxers hit the floor, I stood naked before her for the first time from her demand. Natavi gaze raked over me with nothing but heat and intensity in her eyes.

“Lay down,” she said, walking toward the edge of the bed.

“And stroke that big ass dick,” she added.

My heart beat against my ribs, it was on the tip of my tongue to say no and reclaim my control, but my feet ended up moving anyway. The sheets were cool against my back as I laid down, the ceiling foreign to me. This was all a big ass step, new house, new roles reversed. I reminded myself that this was just for tonight and made a mental note to tell Natavi not to pillow talk with her best friend about this shit.

My hand drifted down as my fingers wrapped around my dick. I exhaled through my nose as I squeezed and stroked my dick up and down. Natavi offered a sexy wicked smile. With deliberate grace, she let her dress fall down to the floor.

Got-damn!

Every curve of her, every stretch of her tall, toned body was sexy as fuck. I loved the new stretch marks that was at the bottom of her stomach. Those stretch marks was proof that she gave life to our son, I would forever worship those. Her titties swayed as she stepped forward, her long legs and bare hips looked like it was slow dancing in front of me. Natavi’s skin looked like honey and milk mixed together. I couldn’t stop stroking my dick even if I tried.

“Slow it down, we not rushing anything. I want you to feel everything.” Natavi whispered sexily.

I groaned as she got on the bed and crawled toward me like a lioness. Her hair was out of the high bun, cascading down past her shoulders. She didn’t touch me right away, she watched me as my chest rose and fell. I squeezed my dick tighter as the muscles in my legs started to twitch.

“You look so fucking sexy, Monni,” she murmured as she sat up on her knees and cupped her titties.

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