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Story: The Filth Kings

Thirty-Seven

Around twelve in the afternoon, I finally decided to go make me something to eat and get out of my bedroom. I planned on starting back up my blogging once I had one of my guestrooms set up as a secondary studio. There was so many things that I wanted to get back into like self-care. Going to the gym and planning spa days once or twice a month.

There was so much celebrity gossip that hit my email on a day-to-day basis. My supporters had grown restless waiting for me to make a post or blog about anything. I thought back to Detavio and his LGBTQ meta dating launch tonight. It would have been big if I could have went tonight just to blog about it the following day.

I stood in my floor to length mirror and smiled at myself. I had on pink Nike sweats and a white sports bra. My stomach damn near hung over my sweats, I traced over the stretch marks that decorated my stomach then flipped my fresh twenty-six-inch weave over my shoulders.

“I look damn good,” I said aloud as I grabbed a handful of stomach.

“So, you are crazy, talking to yourself in the mirror.”

I screamed at the top of my lungs then whipped around with my eyes damn near popping out of its sockets. My body went still as I fully turned toward Detavio. His eyes, dark and unreadable, locked onto mine. I swallowed a knot that formed in my throat. I hadn’t expected him to show up or even contact me. The air between us felt thick before he spoke.

“Didn’t mean to startle you, you took forever to come out of your house after Natavi and Monster left.” His voice was smooth and low.

He didn’t move close; he just stood there and watched me. My mind raced as I tried to take him in. I couldn’t peel my eyes away from Detavio. He looked damn good, tall with broad shoulders, his dark skin looked rich and smooth. He came in my room wearing a crisp white tailored suit. The accents of his suit was burgundy including the lapels and pockets which made his suit stand out.

He held a cigar in his right hand, I eyed the smoke curl around lazily in the air. He tucked his left hand in his pocket. My eyes drifted up to the waves on his head, his fresh hair cut was as crisp as his suit. It was impossible to look away from him, he demanded my attention without saying a word. His jawline shifted and he smirked then flicked his nose cockily.

“I see you still stalking me.” I stated.

“And I see that you still get wet from it, no?” He licked his bottom lip then bit into it.

“You full of yourself.” I shook my head and rolled my eyes.

Detavio unbuttoned his suit jacket, his silk burgundy shirt hugged his abs.

“Have you been dreaming about me, pussy?” His signature sneer transformed his handsome face into something sinister.

“No, and stop calling me that.” I wanted to turn away from him but the magnetic pull that this man had on me was insane.

“You lie…I can smell remnants of your arousal as soon as I walked in here.” He chuckled dryly.

“What do you want, Detavio.” I smacked my lips not liking how nervous and hot he had me.

“YOU.” His voice boomed.

“I want you, Angel.” His deep voice softened a little.

“It took a lot for me to step to you, after everything happened with—” His words trailed off and so did his eyes before he gazed back at me with determined eyes.

“That one night that you slept in my bed…made me realize that I want you in my bed every night. I want to tame you, soften you up because its only room for one hard muthafucka between us…you already know who that person is.” His chest puffed out.

He took a step closer, my breath got caught in my throat. I licked my lips as I flipped my hair out of nervousness. I didn’t know what to say right now.

“I hired a stylist; I already know your measurements…I want you as my date tonight at my private event. Afterwards, we can dine at the Rooftop in Hollywood. Your clothes are in the living room along with other gifts and shoes.” He dropped his eyes to the floor.

Detavio was scared of rejection, he also thought he was slick as hell. He mentioned The Rooftop and it automatically told on who he contacted to find out that it was my favorite restaurant that overlooked Hollywood. He asked Natavi. The fact that he went out of his way to find that out, had me flattered. I blushed and felt my cheeks heat up.

My heart skipped a beat, a rush of warmth flooded throughout me at the simplicity of his words. I felt the thrill again of knowing that even though he was everything I shouldn’t want, he was exactly what I craved. He hadn’t stop circling around in my thoughts. I was just as twisted like him as Natavi said. This is what I wanted, for him to step into my world then snatch me into his.

I licked my lips as he shifted waiting for me to respond.

“No,” I whispered, fighting back my smile. I cleared my throat and forced my facial expression to go blank.

“What?” His thick brows bushed together in confusion.

“I said no,” I stated sharply.

“Okay.” He turned toward the door, then grabbed the doorknob with aggression.

“I think you got it all fucked up, Angel. This ain’t no fucking romantic movie that you watching in real time. The type of movie where you try to play hard to get, I walk toward the living room, get to the door…soon as I open it, you run after me. You want to stop me in the nick of time, just to tell me that you were playing…” He slammed my bedroom door shut then spun around to face me with his signature icy glare.

“I really don’t give a fuck if you serious or if you playing with me. I don’t understand what you mean by no. I’m here?—”

“You’re failing at making me swoon, Detavio…You suppose to play along, then beg me.” I smirked.

My nipples stiffened against the snug sports bra material. I felt my pussy thump with hunger as I took a step backward, he took a step forward.

“You’ll beg me, Pussy. Beg me to let you cum over and over on my dick before I have the stylist come in and take care of you to get you ready for tonight. Angel?” His velvety voice called out to me.

“Hmm?” I took a step forward.

“Come here, let me tell you some shit.” The heat of his words spread through me.

It ignited something deep inside of me, as I obeyed and closed the space between us. We stood toe to toe, his cologne drifted up my nose as I tilted my head back to gaze into his eyes.

“Every inch of you belongs to me, these curves drive me insane…” His fingers brushed against the curve of my waist.

“You standing in front of me, with your breath caught in your throat. Your eyes wide as fuck because you know the great lengths that I will go to claim you. I won’t stop, especially since I know and can smell how your pussy always reacts to me. You feel this shit…” He picked my hand up and held it up to his heart.

“It’s beating as fast as yours. So don’t fucking play with me, Angel. You’re mine, sweetheart, and since you stood in my face acting like you not aware…undress now, so I can make sure you know it after tonight.” He dropped my hand then took a step back.

“I won’t repeat myself,” he added, the base of his voice meant he was serious as hell.

I touch the hem of my waist, then slowly rolled my sweatpants down along with my panties. I clumsily stepped out of them, then held off on removing my sports bra.

“Let them titties drop free.” He smirked.

“You had a release today?” I lifted an arched brow. I tried to buy myself some time.

The hungry look in Detavio’s eyes told me that he was going to try to break my damn back all the way in.

“Late last night, I did,” he admitted.

“What if I had a release last night?” I smirked.

“With your fingers?” He practically growled out.

“No with?—”

I wasn’t able to get the words out. Detavio took one long stride to close the gap between us. He tossed his cigar down on my floor and stepped on the tip. I wanted to react to him fucking up my freshly shined wooden floor but had no time to utter a word. His rough hand enclosed around my throat, he yanked me forward and squeezed tighter.

“He’d be dead in the middle of you coming on his dick, you little Pussy.” He gritted.

I stifled a moan then gasped when he took steps forward with my throat still in the palm of his hand. I felt the back of my legs hit the bed.

“Tavio wait!” I whined out.

“What about your expensive ass suit?” I asked.

“Fuck this suit, I want your pussy stains all over them.” He yanked my sports bra off of me.

Detavio lifted me just enough to toss me on my bed. He impatiently crawled onto the bed until his arms and thighs caged me in beneath him. He kissed my chin, neck to my breasts. I whimpered and moaned as the warmth of his mouth and tongue closed over my right nipple. Detavio sucked, kissed, then licked around my nipple. His teeth grazed the tip with his teeth and by the time he went to my left nipple I felt my pussy gush out against the fabric of his pants against me.

He sucked harder then stopped every couple of seconds to flick his tongue while blowing cool air over my areola. Detavio pulled back and looked down at me for a couple of seconds.

“So fucking thick and sexy.” He murmured.

He nudged my legs further apart then lowered his mouth to my pussy. His beard hair tickled my ass, his tongue lapped at my folds. With hunger, he latched on to my clit then circled his tongue around it. I clutched the sheets and tried to catch my breath but couldn’t. Detavio started to suck in a rhythm that makes me cum in seconds.

My entire body trembled; his entire face was buried between my legs as I begged him to slow down. The bottom of my stomach cramped up, his broad muscles in his shoulders flexed beneath my knees. He shook his head like a dog from side to side then up and down. Another orgasm crashed over me just as his tongue darted from side to side across my swollen clit.

“Detavio!” I panted out.

Tears blurred my vision as I sat up on my elbows.

“Say that shit again, Pussy.” He pulled back a little, then pressed a kiss against my wet flesh.

“Tavio.” I whimpered out.

He sat up and fumbled around with the top of his pants that was ruined. Tears ran down the sides of my face and into my eardrums. I shivered from the sensation of Detavio’s hard dick pressed against the top of my thigh. I felt a rush of wetness seep out of me. Detavio reached down and pinched the bottom of my ass. He picked my legs up and dipped down low again, my legs relaxed on his shoulders. He just can’t get enough. I thought as my cheeks heated up.

“Squeeze your titties for me.”

I did it immediately; underneath my titties were warm and my nipples are hard. My legs spread further as Detavio’s hands pushed me upward until my ass was in the air.

“Pinch and play with your nipples.” He demanded.

I took in a deep breath and held my breath when his tongue licked from my entrance down to the crease of my ass. What the fuck! His callous hands slid underneath my thighs, he rubbed up and down caressing the back of my thighs.

“I don’t know what I want to do first. There’s so much to explore.” He placed a kiss against my ass cheek.

His hand creeped to the inside of my thighs until the tip of his finger touched my center. Detavio’s thumb rimmed around my ass, the tip of his finger left my center and moved across my clit.

“You want another man, to make you feel how I do?” He pulled his hand back and slapped my pussy hard.

I moaned as I felt my own wetness leak out of me.

“Answer me!” He slammed his hand down again.

“NO! I don’t want no other—ohhhhh! Tavio!” I gushed, his long tongue swiped over my pussy.

He pushed my legs forcing my knees to bend, my ass cheeks spread apart as he rimmed it with his tongue.

“Tavio!” I screamed.

“Say that shit.” He chuckled then circled my clit with the tip of his finger.

He circled my clit over and over as his tongue flicked in and out, and all around my asshole. I was about to lose my mind, nobody would ever be able to help me recover from Detavio. I laid sprawled out, all sorts of crazy sounds that would mortify anybody had left my mouth. I had no control; his mouth covered my entire mound, and I lost my fucking mind.

I hadn’t been waxed in over a month, I had a small amount of hair that covered my pussy. Detavio’s filthy ass didn’t give a damn, he sucked my entire pussy in and out of his mouth. A minute later, he released my pussy, his fingers pinched my clit as two fingers slid inside of me.

“You feel so good, Pussy. I can’t share you all the time with bitches…you know that right?” He looked up to eye me sternly.

“Yes…” I panted. “I know.” I moaned.

“Look how this pussy locks around my fingers…fuck! I can’t wait to slide my dick inside of you…you want that?” He pressed his thumb against my clit.

“Y—yes I want it.” I gasp out.

“Can I fuck you hard then empty my nut deep inside of you?” His voice sounded rough and sexy.

“Yes, baby!” I panted as sweat trickled down my forehead.

Detavio rammed two fingers inside of me then curled them, his thumb rubbed my clit. I exploded again, this time I squirted all on his face. He held his mouth opened and caught all of it. He lapped at my pussy until he licked it dry. He situated himself between my thighs.

His mouth closed around my nipple, my back arched off the bed. All of these different sensations are so overwhelming that I can’t stop my tears from falling. My heart started to race as he slid his hand around my neck and kissed me deeply. I wrapped my arms around his neck then ran my hand over the top of his waves.

He reached down and grabbed his dick, his hands ran up and down his length. Detavio grabbed my hand and wrapped it around his dick. Together we stroked it up and down while he used his free hand to roll my nipple between his finger. I rubbed my hand across his pre cum, I drew circles with the pad of my thumb across his head.

“Angel,” he chanted, sounding possessed.

“Yes, Detavio,” I moaned out.

He responded by guiding my hand with his dick then he placed it at my entrance. He slapped my hands away as I forced myself to relax for his thick and long intrusion.

“Keep your eyes on me,” he demanded.

I didn’t realize that I had my eyes closed. I clasped my hands behind his neck as he inched in slowly. Each time Detavio fucked me felt like it was my very first time. It hurt like hell, and burned a little at the same time.

“It’s too fuckin’ big!” I cried out.

“And you too fuckin’ tight!” He roared.

He smirked and slid all the way in, my mouth fell all the way open as he slid his fingers through my hair. His hand reached down between us, he rubbed my clit until my pussy muscles relaxed around him. He pulled halfway back and thrusted all the way back in. I shut my eyes and moaned. Detavio’s soft lips kissed each eyelid before he spoke.

“Open your eyes, baby,” he said in a softer tone.

My hands moved from around his neck, I pressed the palms of my hands flat on his chest.

“It’s gripping the fuck out of me, Pussy.” He kissed my neck.

I inhaled then exhaled him. He kissed all over my face then licked up my neck. Once I adjusted to him, I moved my hips a little bit. He withdrew and thrusted back in harder. He twisted my nipples then spit on them as his strokes picked up. In the middle of me moaning, he shoved his tongue inside of my mouth. Our tongues twisted with one another at the same rhythm of his dick inside of my pussy.

He rammed it in so deep I felt his balls slap against my ass each time he thrusted inside of me.

“I plan on nutting all over you, your big ass titties, your fluffy stomach, in and all around this fat pussy. I want you to bathe in this shit.” He gritted out.

He pulled on leg up and hung it over his arm. He pulled almost all the way out and pushed back in. He kissed along my jaw with hooded eyes, his hands went around my hips as I felt pressure build inside of me. The sound of his dick sounded so damn good. It no longer hurts, all I felt was pure pleasure.

“When I nut in you, a shower won’t stop me from leaking out of this pussy. I want you walking around my event with a soppy wet pussy. If you’re a good girl after the event, I just might take you back to my place and let the women there take turns licking and sucking my nut out of you.”

His filthy words pushed me over the fucking cliff. I started to cum, my orgasm was so intense that it hurt. Detavio knew I was coming and he refused to stop stroking. Minutes later his dick twitched inside of me as he started to release what felt like buckets of nut inside of me.

We both panted, he leaned forward and pecked my lips one last time before he slid out of me. Both of my legs remained wide open as I stared up at the ceiling. I was so exhausted; I closed my eyes ready to fall asleep until I felt two of his fingers slid right back inside of me.

“Detavio, I can’t.” I protested.

I felt weak all over, he ignored me and continued to coat his fingers with his nut lodged inside of me.

“You can, Pussy.” He laid on his side and took one of my nipples into his mouth.

“W—we will…be late to y—your?—”

“We won’t, and if we are…I don’t give a fuck, it’s my event. Cum for me one more time so you can take a nap.” He chuckled.

I thought I couldn’t, but Detavio proved me wrong. Another orgasm approached as he continued to suck on my nipple like a pacifier. My body shook and trembled. When I was done cumming, he removed his fingers then repositioned me until he was spooning me from behind.