Page 11 of Sweet SIN Slaughterhouse

Understood.

It’stime to put my big girl panties on, but before I can, the doorbell rings. Rushing out from the library, I go to the door and open it, but no one is there. My nose scrunches in annoyance. Stepping back, I begin to close the door, but something on the step catches my eye, it's an old VHS tape with my name on it. My eyes squint, confused. Picking it up, I need to bring it inside before the heat gets an opportunity to melt it. Sending Rogers a message, he’s going to kill me. He is within the ranks now, and rightfully so, but he is also my ‘let me call my guy’ guy.

Boss Bitch

My cameras went down a couple of weeks ago. Oops!

The reply is prompt;

My Guy Rogers

Understood, Ms. Sid.

He triedto call me Ms. Sinclair once and I threw up on his shoes. Absolutely not ever will I be referred to as something so formal. So he agreed to Ms. Sid after seeing the lengths of my dramatics. Rogers also doesn’t lecture me like my Papa is itching to do. If I had the cameras working last night and all the nights prior when notes were left, we may know more than we do. It’s no coincidence the notes started appearing around the same time the cameras died. I’m not a fucking idiot. It’s all linked.

Focusing back to the tape, curiosity wins over coffee as I rush back to the main room. Before I can put the VHS into the player, the front door opens and I hear the latch clicking as it closes. My brows rise, concerned, as loud footsteps follow while I place the tape down on the table. Then the sweet voice of Abi follows. “Baby, where are you?”

My body relaxes and I rush to meet her. My arms wrap around her neck, ignoring the fact that her eyes look tired as I jump into her arms.

I cuddle into her warm embrace, I need this so fucking bad. The past day is catching up to me, as a loud sob escapes me followed by a river of tears.

My lips whisper against her skin. “I need you.”

Her voice is calm and reassuring. “I’m home. I’m here. I’m so sorry I had to go, but I’m here now. You have me.”

Inhaling her sweet scent, I’m taken aback slightly and she senses it.

“I showered before coming home. Last night was rough, messy, more than I anticipated. I didn’t need you seeing that.” Abi is always so considerate. She knows I’d worry if I saw remnants of her mission. I always want her safe.

Reaching to tease her skin with the sharp points of my nails, but I stop, remembering I had to snap them all off with my teeth last night while shoveling. So fucking annoying.

Instead, deciding to squeeze her harder. My bare breasts squish, pushing what cleavage I have up under her chin as I grind my hips against her waist. Grazing my teeth against her ear, I let a soft moan escape me and, immediately following, Abi’s body shivers.

“I need you,” I whimper once more.

The words that follow fill my body with joy. “You have me.”

But I don’t let her see that, reverting to the sexual tension building. “Take your pants off, I’m famished.”

Abi’s voice is hoarse with desire and her teeth bite her plump bottom lip. “Okay.”

Untangling myself from her warm, comforting body, the tips of my toes touch the ground. My body aches from grave digging, but it doesn’t stop me from kneeling before my fucking goddess.

I watch with hooded eyes as Abi’s hands work frantically to undo her pants and slide them off, her panties follow, with a hint of wetness displayed.

“Aw, baby, you’re a needy little bitch too, aren’t you?” I tease while her head nods.

Inching my face forward, my nose traces mindless designs on her bare pussy, taking her scent of desperation and desire in.

Abi’s hands sit lightly on my head, her nails scratching my scalp as her fingers get tangled in my hair. Chills drift down my spine, it feels so fucking good.

Unable to wait any longer, I need to get lost in her for a couple of minutes and forget about the life rotating rapidly around me. My tongue parts her lips. Abi’s pussy is dripping already, her salty precum coats my taste buds, and I savor it, not swallowing until I absolutely have to. Finding her clit, my favorite thing, is when I allow her precum to trickle down my parched throat. She’s already swollen, waiting for me to come play. Challenge accepted. She won’t last two minutes before she's squirting all over my face.

My teeth pull at it, a loud hiss following, and her fingers grip my hair tighter.

The sting from my hair ignites my desire further, and I begin to fucking devour her. Lapping my tongue inside of her cunt, she wraps one leg over my shoulder, allowing me to get deeper. My hands grip her ass, and I pinch her skin between the sharp breaks of my nails. She moans loudly and I feel her body shift more. Looking up, Abi’s head has fallen back. “You like that, baby? When it hurts?”

Her words are muffled by heavy breathing as I continue to eat my breakfast.

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