Hard fucking and body chopping tonight. Time to pick up some whore on the street, so no one would care when she went missing.
One way or the other, the throne would be mine.
I just had to come up with a better plan.
Hugging my knees closer to my chest, I basked in the warmth the fire provided as Marty threw more paper inside the rusted bowl. The worn out coat I found in the dumpster near the museum on one of my ‘feeding the company’ days provided good enough warmth to my body along with the jeans, sweater, scarf, and leather shoes Duncan got me from some shelter he passed by. Although winter in Austin wasn't as cold as New York, according to Marty, somehow it still chilled me to my bones. Plus, we didn't have many blankets, so yeah.
“How is that face of yours? Healing fine?” Marty asked, passing me a marshmallow. They found the used pack on the ground and insisted on roasting them on sticks over the fire. Turned out they were delicious, and somehow the taste stirred memories, but I couldn't catch them. Maybe I used to do it before?
“Yeah, thanks for that.”
He waved his hand. “No need, kiddo.”
I had lived with them for three months. Marty tended all my wounds and scouted pharmacies for medication. Thankfully, one girl who worked at one took pity on him and supplied him with the necessary items for free. Because I couldn’t go to hospital, it took longer than usual for me to get better.
“Good thing the man left you here,” Duncan added, placing a cup with steaming tea in my hand. “Who knows what would have happened.” The gratefulness I felt for those two men couldn't ever be described.
Duncan used to be a police officer, but after his wife died, he drank too much, to the point of losing his home, his relatives, and his purpose. He met Marty in his third year on the streets. Marty ended up here due to gambling debts. He used to be a good doctor, but money was tight, so he started to play. But then the addiction kicked in, and he couldn't stop until he lost everything.
So yeah, we all had something in common. Life really played a number on us.
“Thank you.” Shrugs and “no worries” erupted as I raised my eyes to the dark sky filled with stars and wondered what Damian was doing.
Did he live a better life than me? Was he happy? Alive?
My heart tugged painfully as I remembered his strong presence and the love running deep between us.
I hope you’re happy, brother.
And sure as fuck hoped he didn't live on the streets.
Dominic
Watching your woman sleep peacefully and knowing you had to disturb her was both painful and pleasurable at the same time.
The small room on the plane had all the necessities for comfortable flying: a bathroom with a shower and all the toiletries for both sexes, a closet with my suits, a bedside lamp, plus a bed with fucked-up pillows. My neck stayed sore from them, so I was glad she slept with her hand under her cheek.
She lay on her side, exposing her black, lacy lingerie, which drove me fucking mad with need. She wore my white shirt buttoned only in the middle, so I had a great view of her magnificent body. Her tanned skin glowing under the light from the sunset just begged to be kissed as her chest rose and fell with her breathing.
Slowly striding to the bed, I put my knee on the mattress and pushed up, placing the palms of my hands on each side of her head while straddling her thighs. Leaning down, my lips covered her neck and collarbone in soft kisses, nipping on the skin lightly, enjoying her taste. Inhaling her lavender scent, my nose nuzzled the mounds of her fucking glorious full breasts, and to my surprise, the bra holding them together opened from the front. Removing one cup, I licked around the pointed peak, tugged lightly, and then shifted to the other one, repeating my action. Rosa stirred. Her lids snapped open as our eyes locked, her hazel ones confused then darkening with yearning as her back arched to me.
“You came back,” she whispered, then gasped as my fingers dug into her shapely thighs. I grabbed them painfully, circling them around my waist.
“Soft as fucking silk,” I murmured, sliding lower and biting her abdomen then licking her navel and tracing my tongue down to her delicious pussy. Pushing her panties to the side, I entered her tight opening with my tongue, tasting her honey, groaning into it, licking her lips, and biting her pussy.
“Dominic,” she moaned, her hands clenching the sheets under her. Exposing her clit with my thumbs, I sucked on it hard as she cried out. I slid two fingers into her, trying to find the perfect spot I’d heard about but never bothered to find. Wiggling them a bit more, I worked them in sync with my mouth for the next few moments. Her breath hitched. She arched her back higher, and a loud sob echoed in the room as she fell on her back, breathing heavily as her orgasm hit her.
Guess I found it after all.
Givingmypussy one last lick and a kiss, I sat on my knees, opening my belt buckle and lowering the zipper of my pants while her hooded eyes watched. My hands took out my hard-as-fucking-steel dick, and her eyes widened, either from how angry red it looked or from the size.
Bigger than average, as some whores used to tell me, once again, not that I listened or gave a damn. “See how hard it is?” She nodded, as I wrapped a tight fist around it, groaning in pleasure as it sent jolts to my balls. “All for you.” She licked her lips, probably not even aware of it. “No, mykrasavica, you can’t have a lick.” A sound of disappointment escaped her. “I won’t have your first time blowing me in a fucking plane, where my men could hear you tasting me like some kind of candy.” I’d have to kill Vitya and Michael, and for the sake of my friendship with them, I preferred to stay sane.
“Can I touch it instead?”
Fuck, just the idea of her delicate fingers giving me much-needed relief made me almost come in my fucking pants, but I nodded. Taking her open palm, I licked it and placed it on my hardened flesh.
She curiously ran her fingers up and down, studying the sensitive skin of the head and swiping her thumb over it as cum leaked from the tip. “Please,” she pleaded, as her eyes flashed with lust. How could I say no to my woman?
