But I couldn’t.
Could I?
No.
I shook my head and typed fast.
Me: Behave, Daddy.
When his response came in, my stomach clenched in time with my pussy.
Tony: Yeah, baby. That’s right. I like it when you call me Daddy.
My lips parted as a quiet squeak left my throat, and in my mind, I hated that I heard him speak the filthy words into my ear.
I should not have found that arousing.
Why was that so hot?
Almost immediately after that,
Tony: Gotta go. We’ll continue this later.
No. Come back!
But what I actually replied was,
Me: Miss you both already x
And I did.
I really did.
***
Ling
The woman in bed with me moaned with pleasure as I closed my lips around one pink nipple and sucked on the stiff peak. Her tits were perfect, just like the rest of her. So what if she was different? So was I. But who the hell was anyone to judge us?
I wanted to show her a good time, a blissful time, because she and I, although different, were fighting the same battles.
People judged us. They persecuted us. We were mistreated and hated on, and the love I showed her in this bed had that big dick energy behind it. The kind of lust that set the stars alight. I wanted to make her come over and over again until her pain was dulled and I was numb.
Numb was good. I could deal with numb.
The woman lifted her head, and breathed, “Ooh, baby. Look at what you do to me.”
Her hand disappeared under the sheets, and when it resurfaced, it was lightly jerking her cock.
I salivated, wanting to wrap my mouth around it so badly, and when she thrust her hips lightly in my direction, her pretty pink lips pouting, I smirked, giving her what she needed. I lowered my head, and as she held out her hard dick to me, I stuck my tongue out and licked all around the head of it, watching her heavily made-up eyes roll back into her head as I laved her stiff heat, licking up the precum I was causing to erupt.
So, yeah, I said no more men, and I meant that. Thankfully, I found a loophole. Which was great for me, because I loved nothing more than a good dicking down.
As I took her into my mouth, her hips jerked, forcing me to take more of her into my mouth, and I felt her gratitude in every shallow thrust she gave as she fucked my mouth. Her panting grew, and when I saw her stomach clench, I released her cock with a pop before replacing my mouth with my hand and jerking it roughly in my hands. “You gonna come, baby?”
“Yeah,” she panted, watching me through hooded eyes as I worked her dick hard.
“Come in me.”
Her eyes glazed over as I presented my ass to her like the gift it was.
Without hesitation, the pretty blonde took her cock in her hands and worked it into my tight asshole. I let out a low moan when she held my hips, digging her long acrylic nails into me as she fucked my snug hole. It didn’t last long though. Within a couple minutes, I felt her seize up, and when she drove into me fitfully, I knew she was too far gone to stop.
“Oh, God,” her sweet voice sounded out. “Oh, shit, baby.” She stopped thrusting, and when she drove into me one last time, I felt her entire body stiffen and I smirked into the sheets. She grunted once and then again, her belly quaking with the force of her orgasm. And I was glad I could give that to her without judgment or shame for being nothing more than the person she was.
It was a hard knock life for those considered different.
I should know.
I led the pack.
“Well, isn’t this nice.”
The woman yelped, scrambling back and pulling the sheets up over us as Aslan stood in the open doorway of the bedroom of my city apartment, his expression completely void of emotion.
I really needed to change the locks.
The poor lady beside me looked mortified.
I, on the other hand, sized my main squeeze up with a lusty look. “You should have called, Az.” I made a show of running my tongue along my top lip before leaning into the woman at my side, squeezing her too-round tit through the sheet. “I would have saved you some.”
Az shook his head, looking far more disappointed than he had a right to be. “Twitch was right,” he said, and my heart stopped.
What did he just say?
What had Twitch said?
When did Twitch say something?
What the fuck was Az doing speaking to Twitch?
His eyes hard, he took a step back and his lip curled in disgust. “You are too damaged to be fixed.”
The words were severe, meant to taunt, and—fuck me—they met their mark.
Oh my fucking God.
It all made sense.
“Twitch warned you away from me.” Not a question. A firm statement.
Motherfucker.
I’d kill him.
I was surprised I managed to keep my tone calm, hiding the fact that I was infuriated. “Since when do you take orders from anyone, Sadik?”
The asshole avoided the question.
“I came here to call a truce.” The beautiful Turk’s lips thinned. “I came to apologize to you, Ling, but now...” His expression turned passive. “Now, I don’t give a shit.” He looked at the woman by my side before turning back to me. “You are a selfish, spoiled little cunt who throws a shit fit every fucking time something doesn’t go her way.” Those midnight eyes assaulted me. “Call yourself a queen?” He huffed out a cruel laugh. “Shame on you. You’re a fucking joke.”
And with that, he turned and walked away.
I sat up straight, letting the sheets fall to my hips, and when I reached under my pillow, the thunderstorm inside me raged with a fury I’d never had the pleasure of experiencing until that very moment.
So when the shot rang out and the woman beside me screamed, Az stood there a moment, motionless as I’d ever seen a person. And that kind of stark stillness was so unnatural a view it frightened me. As the redness began to show, he slowly shuffled around to face me. Reaching up to hold his heart, he swayed on the spot, looking down at the exit wound before gazing up at me, wide-eyed and shocked.
“You crazy bitch,” he muttered weakly. His body shook violently a moment before he wheezed out, “You shot me.”
The sound of his body falling to the ground was one that would haunt me every night in my dreams for all eternity.
“Oh, fuck,” I whispered unsteadily.
I didn’t want to kill him. I didn’t mean to kill him.
Looking beside me at the woman in bed, I uttered a quietly stunned, “I didn’t mean to.”
It just... happened.
And as she looked at me as though I were a fucking monster, she nodded animatedly in agreement, and I knew she thought she was next.
I licked my lips.
She was right.
Lifting the gun, her face fell as she started to cry with the realization that her next breath would be her last, and all I could do was say, “I’m sorry,” as the shot echoed throughout the room. Her naked, lifeless body fell backwards off the bed, and I was thankful she had the graciousness to take her leave from my sight.
What was only moments ago a room filled with the sounds of mutual pleasure was now awash in silence. In a single moment, I lost the love of my life.
My eyes darted from where he lay to the gun in my hand.
He died by my hand. I killed him.
Dropping the gun as if it burned me, it fell to the side of the bed with a dull thud.
I moved, and I don’t know how long passed because it felt as though time had stopped.
As I sat on the edge of the bed, my eyes on the prone body of the man who changed me kiss by gentle kiss, I felt something building. Something bleak and foreboding.
Sorrow.
The first sob shot out of me like a bullet leaving a gun, hard and fast. Cradling my head in my hands, howling
with grief, I hugged myself and rocked quietly, saying the words over and over again like a mantra.
“I didn’t mean to. I didn’t mean to. I didn’t mean to.”
Minutes went by, and as my tears continued to fall, I came to the conclusion that one person was to blame.