Chapter 39 #2
She sees the parts of us that most people would think are vile, unhinged, or fucked up and loves us for it, not despite it.
She meets our crazy with… well, even more fucking crazy.
She’s the perfect balance of heaven and hell.
Knowing I’m not going to see her for a few days, something I’m still very fucking pissed about, has a need to taste her one last time crawling under my skin. I want to feel her around my cock, to mark her, to remind her who she belongs to.
Undoing my jeans, I pull my heavy cock out. A low rumbling groan vibrates up my chest as I stroke myself, pre-cum beading on the tip. Walking to the side of her bed, I kneel down and angle my cock so that I can glide the tip along her lips, leaving the sticky mess behind.
“Do you know how fucking crazy you make me, Lola Girl?” I grunt, pushing the tip past her lips in little shallow thrusts.
“I can’t seem to get enough of you,” I groan.
“I want to fucking live inside you. If I could have it my way, I’d lock you up so you can never leave us.
You’re not being very nice, leaving us for so long after we just got you. ”
I pull back and move to the end of the bed. Kneeling down, my cock bobs, aching with the need to be inside her.
Finding my way between her thighs, I pull the fabric of her panties to the side. “Fuck,” I grunt, staring at her pretty pink folds. “I need to taste you,” I moan.
My tongue slips free, swiping up her folds. The moment the taste of her hits me, something inside me snaps.
With a growl, I bury my face in her cunt and eat her out like she’s my last meal.
In a way, she is, because nothing I’m going to eat between now and the next time I see her will ever fucking compare to the taste of her pussy.
Not wanting to wake her up, I force myself to rein in my urges. Licking my lips, I sit up, shuffling forward.
I lean over her, positioning myself between her legs. “Need you, baby,” I whisper to her, pressing the tip of my cock to her entrance. “Need to be inside you. Need to fill you with my cum. Fuck, Nola,” I groan as I slowly push inside her, my eyes glued to her face, making sure she doesn’t wake up.
I love the idea of her sleeping peacefully while I use her body. It has my balls fucking throbbing.
My hands fist the sheets as I bottom out, her hot, wet pussy swallowing my cock whole.
I growl low, fucking into her with deep, slow thrusts. “Lay there and take my fucking cock like a good little whore.”
With every stroke of my cock, I find myself being pushed closer and closer to my release.
I’m so fucking turned on already, I know I won’t last long. I could make this last longer if I chose to, but I don’t want to risk her waking up. I want to leave with her still sleeping, coated in my release.
I fuck into her, careful not to go too hard. It’s not easy, not when all I want to do is get lost in the moment.
My hand itches to wrap around her throat, to squeeze until she jolts awake, fear in her eyes when she realizes what's going on.
Maybe another time.
The bed taps against the wall, the sounds of my heavy breathing growing louder than the fan that was drowning out the sound before.
“So good. So fucking good. Fuck,” I grunt. “So close, baby. Can you feel it?”
My heart is racing, my blood pumping. I can feel the orgasm just out of reach.
“I’m gonna cum,” I growl. “I’m going to mark you, cover you in my cum.” I lean back, and just as I’m about to cum, I pull out.
Wrapping my hand around my dick, I jerk myself as my orgasm crashes into me.
“Fuuuuck,” I hiss through gritted teeth as pleasure crashes into me.
Ropes of cum shoot out, coating her breasts and stomach. Some of it even hits her face, painting her with my seed.
Still cumming, I thrust myself back inside her, my cock still pulsing my release, filling her with what’s left until it feels like my balls are drained.
Closing my eyes, I take a moment to just enjoy the high of my climax. I shudder with every spurt of cum, cumming just a little bit harder, knowing she’s still sleeping, but my release is going to be chilling inside her.
I can’t wait to see the look on her face when she wakes up and realizes she’s not only covered in my cum, but she’s leaking with it, too.
Sitting back, my cock still buried inside her, I reach up and run my hands over her breasts and stomach, rubbing my cum into her skin, a sick fucked up thrill sparking inside me.
“Such a dirty little whore,” I murmur. “You’re mine,” I growl.
Pulling out slowly, I groan, watching my release spill from her used pussy. Biting my lip, I run my fingers through the mess, rubbing it all over her cunt before bringing my cum covered fingers to her lips.
I swipe them across her lips before slipping them into her mouth. “My pretty little fuck toy,” I mutter. “Sleep well, my Lola Girl.”
Pulling her panties back into place, I grin when I watch my cum start to soak the fabric.
I’m filled with a primal smugness as I climb off the bed, downright fucking giddy over what I just did.
She said her body was free use whenever we wanted, and that's what I did. And I can’t fucking wait to do it again.
As I’m about to leave, going out through the window, I jump when I see a black raven land on the windowsill.
He cocks his head to the side, his beady little eyes staring at me. “Hi there, little guy,” I whisper, “Shoo. Leave my girl alone.”
He blinks at me and then flies into the room. I watch as he perches himself on a piece of wood I didn’t notice before.
“Huh.” I walk over to him, careful not to scare him. “Are you… her pet?” I ask him.
He lets out a little chirp.
“What’s your name?” I ask, looking him over.
“Skittles,” he squawks, surprising the hell out of me.
“So you can talk.” I grin.
“Sylas is so sexy,” he says. “I love his cock.”
My eyes widen as I burst out laughing. “I’m sorry, what?” Did this bird just say he loved my cock? What the hell is going on?
“Nola loves Sylas. Nola loves Wesley. Nola loves Jasper.”
If I had to guess, Nola has taught this raven a lot. And he seems to know who we are.
“You are fascinating,” I say in awe.
“Skittles watch. Skittles do good. Nola happy.”
“Watch?” I ask, and that's when I notice Skittles is wearing something. I step closer, running my hand over the fabric. “What is this?” I ask. Shining my light, I see that it looks like… maybe a camera hooked to a homemade harness.
“Fucking hell,” I laugh, looking at Nola over my shoulder.
“You really are a fucking genius, aren’t you?
Your brain is so fucked up, and it’s the biggest turn on.
” I look back to Skittles. “I have a feeling we’ve met before.
” I grin. “You must be the raven we’ve seen far too many times to count, aren't you?”
He just tilts his head to the side, and I chuckle.
I just thought it was a regular old raven. New Orleans has them all over. Never thought anything of it.
And all this time, it was Nola’s pet bird she trained to spy on us.
I’m beyond impressed. Do I tell the guys this, or keep this our dirty little secret?
“I have to get going, but you keep an eye on your mama, okay? It was nice to finally meet you.” I give him a scratch on the head, and surprisingly, he lets me. “Until next time,” I tell him.
With one last look at my girl, I climb out of the window and head home.
She wants her weekend for girl time? Fine, but I’ll be watching. Just like she has been this whole time.