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Chapter 6

Rock a Bye Birdie

SAW

M y head lulls back against the bed frame, listening to the ongoing rain in the distance as I fist the back of her head and bob her on my dick, smoking the pack of cigarettes I found in the drawer while searching for something to put on… this is living.

I breathe out smoke, grunting when the tip of my dick touches the back of her throat and she gags. Yeah, this is the fucking life. Getting head from my bitch, sitting in bed with a cig. The only thing missing is electricity, but I’m inclined to believe it’s better like this.

“UGNNN!” she shudders when I let her hair go and grasp her ass, stuffing my hands in her cum-filled cunt.

“Ride ’em,” I command, and she glares up at me, looking like she wants to bite my dick off, but that shit just makes me harder. She needs to know her place, so I ram my dick down her throat and slosh my fingers around her pussy, spit-roasting her until her pussy quivers. I pull out before she can cum, and when she looks up at me with shock, but I stuff my dick down her throat.

“Fuck, right there! Close that throat up!” I grunt and lick my lips, ready for another taste of pussy. “Fuck yeah, you suck dick so fucking good,” I chuckle, listening to her choking and gagging on my dick as I blow smoke into the air.

When I feel my nuts tingle, I yank her off and blow my load on her face, making her jump, surprised. Her eyes look glazed as if she’s been pumped full of ecstasy and her lips… both sets are tinged red and swollen. She blinks, locking eyes with me, and I grin at the spark of hate in her eyes.

I run my thumb over her lips, forcing them open, stuffing my fingers down her throat, mixing her juices with my cum, excited at that look. That hate eggs me the fuck on even more. I want to fuck her harder, to choke her harder, and to make her scream and cry out louder until her throat collapses. I want to destroy her and make her beg… to get on her knees to worship her god that’s already in front of her, even though she doesn’t know it.

“Do you hate me, Birdie?” I rasp out, causing her nose to flare angrily and her eyes to harden.

“I hate you,” she chokes out behind tears, and even a blind man would be able to see her lovely tears are from sheer frustration. A better man would hate to see them falling from such lovely eyes, but I’m a son of a bitch and they do nothing but fuel the beast inside me, turning my already hard dick into a steel pipe.

Shit! I lift her on my lap, wrap my hands around her throat, and slam into her tight cunt as she squeezes my dick, sobbing. I take a nipple into my mouth and bite it hard, causing her to shudder, cry out, and beat my chest.

But no matter how much she cries, screams, and whines, I will never let my little Birdie go. She’s mine! I swirl my tongue around my cum that dripped down on her nipple and slurp it up, grabbing her hair, yanking her head back.

“AH!” She tries to squirm loose, but I hold her in place and dribble my nut into her mouth, fucking her while rolling my hips in that pussy, making her cry out and drool as her eyes roll to the back of her head. She moans, gushing cum and pussy juice.

“Say it.”

“Fuck you,” she seethes, and I throw my head back in laughter before yanking her head back further, cackling at her useless ire. “Uuuuuugggnnnnn!”

“God, I look forward to knocking that fucking light from your eyes with this dick.” I smack her ass hard as fuck before grasping it, forcing her pussy to clamp down on me. “SAY IT!” I bark.

“I-I’m Daddy’s little cum dump!” she wails as I grasp both her ass cheeks, forcing her down, fucking her hard as I watch those sexy fucking tears continue to fall. “I’m Daddy’s little cum dump! Mmmm uggggmmmm!” She grinds on my dick, cumming as I let her go, knowing she feels higher than a mother fucker off this dick when she falls forward on my chest, still grinding my shit inside of her, searching for her next wave. “I’m Daddy’s little cum dump!” she whines, whispering like a little kitten.

“Yeah you are, Birdie. Now say it again.” I smack her ass and she trembles, biting my shoulder hard, leaving bite marks as I cum deep within her pussy. “Did you like that, Birdie? Did you like Daddy’s cum filling this belly?” I smirk and she beats at my chest, sinking her nails across my pecs, drawing blood and milking me again. “Fuck yeah. Gimme some more of that shit,” I laugh, and she places her hands on my chest, siting up on shaky arms, glaring at me before swatting my chest once more and swinging her leg over my head, climbing off my dick.

When she goes to get up off the bed, her legs give out, and she drops to the floor like a bag of bricks.

“Ugnnn!” she groans, and I stand, soggy dick slapping against my thigh as I stretch and walk over to the door. “Hey, you son of a bitch! Aren’t you going to help me up?!” she scoffs, looking up at me, and I cock my head to the side.

“Why?”

“Wh-why?!” she balks indecorously. “What the fuck do you mean, why? Can’t you see my legs?”

“Yes, you have two of them.” I raise a brow, and she curls her lip in disgust.

“You’re supposed to help me.”

“Says fucking who?” I retort and she reels. My eyes go wide, and I smirk in realization and snort. I see… she must think I’m like one of those mother fuckers from those romance novels I’ve seen those prison guards bring in, and I’ve read about a couple of times. “Oh…” I strut over to her, crouching. “Do you think because I got in that pussy, I’m supposed to baby you and treat you like some fucking princess?” I smirk knowingly when she falters.

“Y…” she pauses, gritting her teeth. She huffs before grabbing the bed and standing on her own. I sneer at her positive effort, watching her stand and smile down at me smugly. I scoff before I stand and push her down, causing her to fall back onto the bed with a squeal. “Y-you asshole!”

“Yeah? And?” I smirk and she glares at me, fisting her hands.

“Why are you doing this to me?!” she shouts, trying to stand on her wobbly legs.

“Because you want me to,” I answer truthfully and she snaps, chest rising and falling in delicious rage.

“You are fucking sick! I see now why you were in prison,” she growls and I smile, licking my lips, wondering if I should take her for a ride once more to take that bass out of her voice.

Not only that, but her body is still way too unblemished for my liking. My bitch needs to show all traces of me, but Birdie must heal quickly because even the thin slits on her body where I cut her have scabbed over.

“Yet you begged and pleaded for this sick mother fucker to fuck you and dump this cum in you all night,” I raise a mocking brow, and she recoils, offended.

“You forced me to do that!” she rebuts.

“Oh!?” My eyes widen in excitement. “Then when you ground that sweet pussy on my dick, meowing like a strangled cat in heat after I stopped… that was me forcing you, too?”

“YES!” she shouts, and I throw my head back laughing.

“Sure, little Birdie, keep telling yourself that.” I go to walk out of the room when I hear her run up behind me. I quickly spin and grasp her by the neck, squeezing tight, forcing her to drop the knife I had lying on the table to grasp at my wrists. I squeeze hard enough for her face to turn blue as she kicks her legs in a futile and short-lived struggle before her body goes lax.

When the light starts to fade from her eyes, I fling her on the bed, where she bounces and gasps for air, crying while grasping at her neck. I scoop up the knife, place it in the band of my belt, and glare at her.

“Birdie, the line has been drawn. Cross it again, and you'll find out what darkness truly is,” I caution. She glares with grief-stricken eyes, clutching her throat that now wears my handprint like a collar of ownership and my dick leaks cum just from looking at it.

“Fuck you. You son of a bitch.”

“You got one more time, and I’ll erase you.” Her eyes darken with dread, and I eat that shit up before I go over to her, kissing her new collar. I lick the bruise, grinding my dick on her, causing her to whither and whimper under me. “But no worries, Birdie. I’m not talking about your life.” I sit back, looking at the angry purple hickie I just placed on her neck as she pants, blinking back tears. “No, I’m talking about you . Everything you are, and everything you could be, will disappear in the blink of an eye, and all that shall remain will be a bitch thirsty for my dick.”

“I want to see you fucking try! I’ll kill you before you even dare!” she screams out and I grin, showing all teeth, making her recoil.

“Then keep trying me,” I warn, and she snorts.

“You think you’re some big shot, but niggas like you ain’t shit!” she spits in my face, but I smirk, licking it up.

“Mmm, tastes like my nut,” I smile, and she wrinkles her nose. “Whatever. It’s not like I won’t be doing it, anyway.”

“You’re disgusting.”

“I am. Thank you for noticing, Birdie.” I stand, and she scrambles off the bed. She walks over to the closet, rummaging through some clothes, and I frown. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” I sneer as she pulls out a dress that’s too small for her. I fucking know it’ll look good as fuck on her, but still…

“What the fuck do you think I’m doing? I’m going to shower and change.” She rolls her eyes, and I go over, snatch the dress from her and throw it back in the closet.

“Who the fuck said you can cover what’s mine?” I tower over her, but I’m not surprised she doesn’t cower. My Birdie is a tough nut to crack, but when I fucking do… I’ll feast to my heart’s content and throw her away.

“So what, I’m supposed to walk around naked and shit while you have on clothes?!”

“I knew you were a smart one.” I cock my head, and she slams her fist into the door.

“One mother fucking day, I’m going to kill you!”

“Too bad, Birdie, I’m already dead inside. Now go make me something to eat,” I smirk and she curls her lip.

“What?!”

“Oh, you didn’t hear me?”

“No, I heard you just fucking fine asshole, but last I checked you have hands and feet capable of breaking you out of prison. I’m assuming they’re able to cook as well.” Oooo, I love breaking bitches with bad mouths and tight pussies.

“Birdie,” I level her with a look that leaves her quaking. “I’m hungry…” I growl.

“I…”

“You what?” I run the knife along her breast and down to her belly button.

“I’ll cook.”

“I thought so,” I smile, watching her shakily walk over to the kitchen while I make my way to the front door of the living room.

Opening the door, I breathe in the rain smell and curl my lip at the loud thunder across the sky… it’s been a while… I run my hand through my hair, watching the flood waters wash away any traces of my escape, letting me know it’ll be a while before I’m found.

“It’s done,” I hear behind me with an attitude and see Birdie standing at the table, looking good as fuck with her arms crossed, those sexy plump lips in a scowl, and breasts heaving. She doesn’t know, but that attitude just makes me want to fuck her more.

I turn to her, slamming the door and walking over to the table, raising a brow when I see fucking dry Raisin Bran cereal in water.

“The fuck is this?” I point and she rolls her eyes.

“What the fuck it look like? What, they don’t have cereal in prison?” She twists her lip, but I can only smirk. Fuuuckkkk…

“Birdie, do I look like a joke to you?”

“No, you look like a nigga with high cholesterol. I’m just trying to help you ou— UUGGGHHHH” I snatch her up, smacking the cereal away and slamming her on the table, forcing her to look up at me, fire burning in her eyes.

“High cholesterol, huh?” I huff. “Then that means I need a balanced breakfast. Spread that pussy open for me, Birdie.”

“What?” she gapes at me, appalled as if I’m asking her something foreign.

“What the fuck do you mean, ‘what?’ You act like you never had your pussy ate before when I just did it.”

“N-no! I… mean… you c-came inside me.” She blinks and I tilt my head with a grin.

“Yeah, and I plan to many more times. Now spread it. I’m hungry.”

“N-no wait! I… b—” Her face forms a tinge of red and I have to fucking admit… her putting up this cute little act makes my dick even harder. “But… i-it’s not clean… an… and isn’t it uhm g-gross to do that w-with your own semen?” My lips spread wide in a smile. This girl is fucking off her rocker.

First the STD shit, then the bed… now this?

“What are you, some type of clean freak?” I chuckle.

“No… it’s ju?—”

“Less talking, more pussy spreading. I’m not your boyfriend lady, and I don’t give a fuck what your thoughts are,” I tell her as I yank her leg up and spread her pussy, holding her at the thighs so she can’t move, attaching my lips to her pussy hole and sucking.

“UGHHHHHHNNNNNN!” She throws her head back, falling onto the table, shattering the glass. “Ahhhhhhhhhh!!!!!” she shivers while I suck on her pussy, walls humming, eating to my heart’s content.

“Birdie, your pussy really does taste good. Do you have a boyfriend at home who enjoys eating this pussy as much as I do?” I flick my tongue over her clit, eliciting a shudder.

“I… I d-do!” I lie. “An-and he’ll f-fuck y-you— UGHHHHHHHAHHHHH STTTTOPPPPPPPP!” I stuff four fingers up her tiny hole, crooking them up harshly, massaging her good spot.

“Why the fuck are you lying to me, Birdie?!” I sneer. “This pussy is too tight. You might as well be a fucking virgin with how hard your shit was squeezing me last night.” I spit on her pussy, swirling my tongue around, driving her to cream down to her asshole.

“PPLEASSSE PLEASSEEEE! ST— UGHHNNNN!” She arches her back off the table when I grab her ass and lift her off, tongue fucking her, playing with my cum that’s finally leaking out of her.

“Damn, you have my cum tasting sweet, Birdie,” I hum as she tries to close her legs, but I smack her thighs with the knife in a warning. “Keep that pussy spread.”

She trembles, eyes full of unshed tears, and I stare her right in them mother fuckers, daring her to close them.

“Mmmm,” I smile, swirling my tongue as I feel her pussy quiver and she looks away. “Tsk, tsk, tsk,” I suck hard on her clit. “Who said you can look away?” I growl and she snaps her eyes to me, still full of hatred. “How long will you keep that look of indignation when your pussy is this wet for me?” I swipe my hand up, collecting her creaminess and tasting it.

“It’s a f-fucking b-bodily reaction, asshole!” she yells, and I throw my head back in laughter.

“Oh yeah?” I snort, finger fucking her cunt on the table, forcing her to convulse on the table in spasms, gushing. “Then lucky fucking me. I chose the bitch with the best body around,” I smirk, licking my fingers and standing, knocking the chair back. “I’m full. Thanks for the meal.” I lick my lips, and she sniffles, huffing on the table, unmoving.

I turn away from her, cracking my neck, and I hear her stomp off, and soon her slam the door to the bathroom before I hear the shower running.

Ignoring her little outburst, I go over to the cabinets, opening them myself, only to see more than a few canned goods and a good amount of homemade preserved items like jams, peaches, and shit. I then cut my eyes over to the cereal box she pulled out and glance at it, seeing we’re well past the expiration date.

There’s a tiny mini fridge as well, and I bend down and open it to see there’s a jug of milk still chilled. From the smell I can tell it’s still good. There’s also an ample amount of beers. This bitch… I snort, chuckling at her cute efforts at pissing me off.

Standing, I grab a can of homemade preserved peaches, pull out my knife, and pop it open along with a beer. I place the knife back into my belt and plop down at the table.

Damn, this really is the life. Maybe I should let my lawyer g— I go still when I hear a loud snap in the back as the sound of thunder and rain roars loudly.

I knock back the chair and throw the peaches onto the table, causing them to spill over. I sprint for the bathroom where I don’t bother banging on the door since I can hear the loud rain from outside.

I lift my foot and kick the door in to see this bitch standing in the window with the dress I’d taken from her. When she spots me, she gasps and goes to jump, but I leap forward and catch her by the edge, and she dangles out the window. I grit my fucking teeth because I grasp her with the hand that I fucked up breaking out of the trunk.

“WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU’RE DOING?!” I hiss, holding her as she dangles from the window and scratches at my hand, causing it to bleed profusely.

“GETTING AWAY FROM YOU, BASTARD! LET ME FUCKING GO!” she yells over the cold stinging rain pelting against her face, flailing around like a fish dying to get back into water.

“Birdie, I fucking warned you.” I snarl, growing more livid. “You’re playing a dangerous fucking game! I swear I’ll—” I’m cut off when she bites my hand, and while I’m not a fucker who flinches at pain, her teeth grind against the bone that’s probably fractured, forcing me to drop her. She splashes into the water on the flooded grounds around the house. “FUCK!” I curse, looking for her, heart racing harder than it should.

When she pops up, gasping for breath, dark tightly coiled hair smattered all on her face, our eyes lock before she turns to glance at her car. I glare and hoist myself out the window, splashing down hard but landing on my feet, making her wade faster toward the flooded red Tesla.

I slosh through the water after her, but she makes it to the car before me. I watch her pull a key from her pocket and unlock the door, trying to yank the card door open, but the water makes it damn near impossible.

When she glances back to see me closing in on her, she must have summoned up some super fucking strength because she not only gets the door open, but she hops in and slams it behind her, locking it just as I reach her.

With eyes that clearly ring out fear, she scrambles to start the car, but of course it won’t fucking start since it’s flooded out. I bang against the window, and she ducks, screaming. Although I can’t hear her through the rain and the window, I see my little Birdie trying her best to escape me and as much as it pisses me off, the notion excites me.

“OPEN THE FUCKING DOOR, BIRDIE!” I smile, rain coming down harder, and when she looks up at me, lightning strikes in the sky and I see her cross herself. Suddenly, my temper flares. “OPEN THE FUCKING DOOR OR I’LL brEAK IT DOWN!” I shout, but she ignores me as a look of realization comes across her face before she looks up and I sneer, knowing then and now when I get my hand on this bitch… ohhh when I get my hands on her…