Page 8 of The Filth Kings II

“I don’t need no other woman, this is foolish. You think I’m out getting pussy coming home with blood-soaked hands?” My hand landed on her exposed thigh.

“You want some dick, Natavi? Is that what all of this is about? Dick?” I asked as she looked away shamefully.

“I don’t know…” She simpered.

“You do know, talk to me…How do you feel?” I asked, letting my hand creep between her soft damp thighs.

I looked into Natavi’s brown eyes and saw the uncertainty. She really let her mind roam and get the best of her.

“I don’t feel pretty anymore.” She looked away.

I didn’t say shit right away, I want to let her words settle and find their place in the small space between us. To me, Natavi was the most beautiful woman in the world…there was more from her statement. It was more about how I made her feel from the distance and not giving her all the attention she wanted. Natavi thought that I didn’t understand or know her as deep as she thought she knew me.

I studied her when she thought I wasn’t paying attention. She exhaled and shook her head then looked up at me.

“You don’t touch me the way you used to; you barely show that you want me.” She whined.

“It makes me feel like you giving yourself to someone else then coming back home to me out of comfort…because this is your house at the end of the day.” She simpered and wiped at her eyes.

I remained silent as her words and wet pussy hit me all at once. I slid my finger up and down her thick pussy lips then dived them inside of her hot tunnel. Her words weren’t true, and I wasn’t about to tell her that verbally. Natavi yearned for this dick, she wanted it so bad that she let her mind take her on a bad trip of making things up that she should have known wasn’t true. I used my free hand to feel through her thick, crinkled, shoulder-length hair.

She tensed up then moaned when my finger found her clit.

“You say I don’t want you…when I consume this pussy as my first and last meal every day?” I asked.

I wanted her to replay the stupid words that she just spoke. She swallowed down her spit hard and inhaled sharply. Her eyes rolled back as her legs quivered.

“Stay with me and answer me,” I instructed her.

My hand pulled at the top of her gown; her breast spilled out. The night air caused her nipples to stiffen.

“I don’t know, Monni.” She whimpered and moaned.

Her phone dropped to the truck floor; she opened her legs wider for me to explore her.

“You don’t act like it,” she added.

“The main reason I don’t give you this dick is because it’ll hurt you. You told me that when you were four months pregnant…that it hurts. I have self-discipline to wait until after the baby comes.” I leaned in to lick the tear from her high cheek bone.

“You can’t stick it halfway in?” She uttered bashfully.

“Your way of begging for dick is acting like this, I see…” I chuckled dryly.

Fuck it!I thought. Natavi needed dick, and I needed a break from all of her mood swings. I wanted this shit to stop after tonight. I didn’t give a fuck about being outside, nor did I care about the men that I had surrounding my house in the shadows of the dark standing by on guard.

I moved in and blew on her titties as she slid her hand to the back of my neck. Tentatively, I slid my tongue across both of her breasts then landed it over one of her nipples. She hissed through her teeth and threw her head back. I wrapped one arm around her back while my other hand played in her pussy.

I latched on to her nipple and growled around it. I pulled and sucked hard enough to wake up her production of milk.

“Monn—Master!” She moaned.

Natavi thrusted her pussy against my fingers and shivered as her moans grew louder. I shook my head and chuckled around her nipple then flicked my tongue over it. I eyed the first drop of clear milk that oozed down to her stomach. I latched back on, and sucked slow but steady, her milk was as sweet as her pussy.

I went to her other nipple as my finger swirled around her erect clit. Natavi bucked into my hand, she started to squirm as my finger passed over her clit over and over. I could feel her orgasm build, but I didn’t want to be selfish and not give her what I knew would make her ass act right.

“If I give you this dick, you promise to never ask me no shit like am I cheating on you again?” I pressed my thumb hard against her clit.

My mouth latched on to her nipple roughly. I sucked and swallowed down all the milk that gushed from her hard nipple.

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