“Got you these too.” Killa’s deep voice is low, and I spin to face him. Clearly, I missed the sound of his heavy boots. When I turn, his large body blocks me frommoving, and he opens up a grocery bag for me to peer inside.
There’re at least a dozen various brands and types of sanitary pads, and he shifts from foot to foot, then one hand moves to rub the back of his neck. When I scan his face, his cheeks flame, and I want nothing more than to crash my lips against his with gratitude and sexual frustration.
“Fuck knows what you use, so got you one of each,” he mumbles, and I stare at him dumbfounded. “Gonna take them from me, baby?” He smiles, and I practically melt at his feet.
Baby.
He called me baby.
And that smile? It sends butterflies soaring from the pit of my stomach, their flight giving me hope.
KILLA
“Gonna take them from me, baby?” I smile at her dumbfounded stare.
She must be pretty fucked up from my mood swings. I’ve gone from hating the girl to doing her shopping, and hell, bringing her women’s products.
She takes the bag from me with a trembling hand, and I love the effect I have on her. Cassidy wants me and loves my filthy words and rough hand; she wants her enemy.
“Th-thank you,” she mutters.
I glance down at her, searching for fear, but find none. Nope, the submissive in her is waiting for my nextinstruction.
Her nipples have pebbled; it could be due to the refrigerator door being open, but I tell myself it’s my proximity to her causing the reaction.
“Did you finger your little cunt in the shower, Cass?” I whisper in her ear. “Did you get yourself off because I didn’t?”
Her small frame shudders, and she shakes her head, delighting me with her response.
“Good girl. Come on, let me watch my girl take care of her pussy.” Confusion mars her features, so I take a hold of her hand and lead her back into her bedroom. “Noah, you can go watch cartoons when you’ve finished your breakfast.” I point toward the new television I plugged in earlier, and the kid’s cute face lights up. He nods around his spoon, and I wink back at him. Cassidy looks over her shoulder, and her lips part when she sets eyes on the TV. She was so damn taken aback by the groceries that she missed it.
“Killa, what are you doing?” I push the door shut behind us, then take a seat on the edge of the bed.
“Watching you take care of my pussy.”
Her eyes bulge as she glances from me to the bag.
“Go ahead.” I lick my lips, and my cock throbs in my jeans.
Her cheeks are bright red. Fucking adorable. “You want me to clean up here?” She points at the bag.
“Yeah. Wanna watch you clean your pussy up.” I lift a shoulder, and when she sees the bulge in my jeans, I ball my hands into fists to stop myself from pulling her toward me and forcing my cock into her tight hole. “Cass, you’re making it pretty fuckin’ difficult not to fuck you senseless right now.”
“It’s messy,” she says, scrunching her nose. “I don’t think you want to deal with that.”
I lick my lips. Damn right, it’s messy. A mess I want to taste so bad. I wonder if I can still taste the saltiness of my cum from her bloody cunt.
“Know it,” I state. Unable to help myself, I lean back on one arm, allowing myself the space to pop open my jeans and pull out my thick, aching cock. “Happy to fuck your bloody cunt last night, Cass. Happy to deal with it now. Every part of you belongs to me.”
Her heated gaze never leaves mine. “Show me how messy you are, baby.” I pump my cock up and down, and hiss through my teeth at the satisfaction my touch brings. Rubbing my thumb over the barbell, I smear my pre-cum down my length. When Cassidy slips her shorts down her sleek bronzed thighs, my mouth waters to savor her scent. She hesitantly pushes her panties to her knees, and I watch on in rapture at the balled-up, bloodied tissue gathered in her panties. My slit widens, strings of pre-cum pumps out, and I clench my teeth and squeeze my cock to stop the orgasm from building.
“Fuck, love seein’ your bare, bloody cunt, Cass.”
Her breath hitches.
Darting my hand out, I press my fingers into Cassidy’s hip with bruising force. “Gonna need to taste your pussy, Cass.” I groan. “See if my cum is still in there.”
She stares at me breathlessly.
