WICK£D GOD
Wicked God – Chapter 39&40
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Gods of Death Duet-Book One
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There was a pause.
A very brief pause after the mo@ning of her name. Skylar’s eyes shot up to meet his blurry eyes, and she instantly thought about why she hadn’t tried this out before.
Like…. making her male sl+ts at Dread House m0an her name loudly. Making them be at her mercy by chanting her name like their God.
Yes. Their God.
Her smirk was high as she sent her eyes back to the throbbing c+ck in the middle of her palm. It was pulsing, breathing, pounding, growing painfully fatter every seconds.
A little prec+m was shooting out if him already, soaking his sleek cap.
She reduced her grip, sliding her palm down and capturing his balls with it. Her palm slid back up, and his balls bounced out with a sickening jump, slamming against his length.
She pumped the length again, squeezing hard till another leak of prec+m shot out of the cap.
She slapped the length against the wrist of her second hand, staining herself with his filth.
“Ohh….” He sounded like he was on fire,but not the kind of fire he needed someone to put out. It was the kind he needed someone to worsen.
So she worsened it. The third shot of prec+m leaked, and she lubricated her palms with it, increasing the pace of her handjob, pumping him as fast as she pumps her motorbike.
“Fuck….” He moaned, eyes closed but body reacting like a slut. “Fuck it….Uhhhh….f+k….”
She trailed her index on one of the veins decorating the length.
Base,to the middle, then back to base.
She squeezed and shaped her fingers like a tongue, caressing him wetly.
The sound of her fingers sliding on his c+ck was so obscenely tempting it slammed against the truck body.
His head fell back. He gripped the legs of the bed, all with his eyes tightly closed. “Don’t….stop….damn….ahhh fû+k. Suck it…take it in your mouth.”
Skylar’s head went to the side.
“I don’t suck d+ks, hoe. I play with them.” She smirked.
Even if she wanted to stop, it was impossible now. She got so lost in this exercise it became a chore.
She pumped up, down.
Up. Down. Up, then she gave it a slap which made it bounce.
Her palm squeezed again, hard.
“Ughhh!!!!” His groan was as think as his length. “Don’t…. f+kin…stop.”
His voice slurred, and another slap to his length made him burst allover.
It was unstoppable
He came with a very loud rumble with made his chest so tight.
He held the bedstands tighter, nearly uprooting them totally.
“Good boy,” Skylar whispered as she watched his c+m leak out of him, wetting her fingers and palms. It trickled like a reward, and she couldn’t stop staring. Who wouldn’t?
It was priceless.
The slickness of his lashes.
The relaxed state of his veins.
The coldness of his skin. The cleanness of the sp+rm. Of course she’d watch.
She was a sucker for watching men lose their shit like this.
Her smirk didn’t fade.
Her palm only left the c+ck after she was sure he already came completely.
But that was her mistake.
She shouldn’t have been so sure.
Cos the moment she let go, he let out the last drop, and that shot up to her face. The warmth of the liquid sprayed her cheek.
“Heck!” She spranged up, lifting her hand to wipe her cheek, but seeing that her hand was also wet with his release, she cussed him inwardly.
She instantly wanted to kick him.
She helped him with his pain, and this is what she got? His liquid?
She hissed as she went down again and tucked his c+ck back in his pants.
By now, he was motionless. Is he dead? Asleep? Or unconscious?
She has no idea.
She wiped her wet palms on his shirt and rushed out of the truck.
She didn’t only run out of the truck though. She also ran out of that surroundings, panting heavily.
When she got far enough, she came to a stop, hyperventilating so bad. She looked up at the sky as if she could see Inferno.
“I know you can see me, inferno bi+ch!!! I know you can see me cos you see everything anyways! Soul-bond means they can’t touch anyone s+ually or get touched s+ually. Else, the person will die? Right?” She laughed crazily.
“Well guess what, bi+ch!” She shouted to the sky again. “Wait…you can’t be in the sky. A ugly motherfucker like you don’t belong in there.” She faced the ground immediately. “Look at my c+m-filled face!” She pointed. “Look at it! I didn’t only touch him, but he came like a bi+ch. Heard that?”
She kicked the ground like a crazy person…that she is.
“Here I am after touching him sexually, and I didn’t die! I ruined one of your rules, scum!” She laughed again, turning around. Her voice echoed in the woods. “I know you’re busy preparing to punish me for the deal we made cos I know it can’t be only my healing ability you’ll take. But guess who’s ready for your punishment, bi+ch? Guess who!!!”
She laughed again for the third time as she continued walking out of the woods. “I’ll continue ruining your rules, and you can keep the punishments coming!”
She walked through the last acre of the woods and jumped out to her bike. She mounted the bike and got her phone to snap her c+m-stained face for evidence.
Then, she wiped the filth with tissue, and when she perceived the smell while wiping, that was when she noticed it was the first time she saw a male fluid and touched or smell it.
The eaters only eat her.
She never allowed then to touch her and she never touched them either.
This was a first for her.
First, and it’s this cocaineboy.
She took a breath to calm her clocking nerves, breathing out.
She calmed.
She tried to grab her handlebars, but suddenly, a dagger materialized in her palm.
A glinting blue dagger with it’s head shaped like an open mouth and the sharp blade a long protruded tongue.
Aftermoor dagger.
Her eyes widened a bit, but then she remembered Inferno’s words in Aftermoor that fateful day ….
“If you successfully cross the door back to the human world, you’re expected to kill a person every month and send their soul here.”
Skylar released a sigh, staring at the dagger with a resting face.
It’s been two months since they arrived from Aftermoor.
Meaning, now she has to kill two people.
For last month and this month.
She killed the rapist with El Crow at the piercers last month, but of course that doesn’t count cos they didn’t kill him with this dagger.
Now, she needs a fresh kill.
Two fresh kills.
Of course Inferno still remains a very annoying bastard.
Who knows what he’s gonna do if she fails to kill two people now?
She looked at the dagger and tried connecting it with her mind.
It worked.
The dagger disappeared and became one with her.
She looked at the woods again, imagining how cocaineboy would react when he wakes.
The thought made her giggle evilly as she drove away on her bike.
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[Camping Truck]
Bellatrix looked genuinely freaked out as she found her way back to the truck.
She was literally on tiptoes.
She was shaking too, and gulping.
Of course she’s with her guards as usual, and they’ll protect her if anything happened, but what she fears isn’t what might happen to her. She feared what was happening to El Crow inside that truck.
When he sent her away earlier, she didn’t want to go far from the truck, but her guards dragged her away, using protection as leverage.
She had no choice but follow them back to her car outside the woods.
They only returned after an hour.
She pushed the truck door open and peeped inside. The scent of sp+rm saturated her nose.
Yeah, she was always in her father’s house, camped and protected, but there was a time she got bored and wanted to taste what sex felt like.
She willingly gave her v+rginity to one of her father’s staffs. He f+ked her so good in her closet. Though, her father killed the staff afterwards and also killed his pregnant wife cos yes…
The poor staff was married.
So… Bellatrix was experienced. She knew how male fluid smelled like, and her nose caught the scent immediately she entered this truck.
She sighed El Crow beside the disorganized bed. He was still very unconscious but he looked good and calm and relaxed.
The fluid smell was definitely coming from him. The smell was thicker now. But…his own smelled a little different from normal one.
His fluid had a little mix of a strange scent she couldn’t quite get.
Who exactly was this man?
But most importantly… Why was he stained with c+m?
He must have gave himself a handjob.
That must be it.
She looked back at her guards and only had to snap her fingers.
They brought her water and a wet piece of clean cloth.
She cleaned him up gently and even searched his duffel for a new shirt which she luckily found.
She took off his shirt and gulped, taking a minute to stare at his body.
His attractiveness wasn’t gentle.
It was wild and uncontrolled.
Even in his unconsciousness, he looked like he’d go to war and win.
Skylar beating him was only a glitch that’d correct itself later.
She wore him the new shirt and proceeded to try lifting him to bed, but he was too heavy.
At the same time, she didn’t want her guards to touch him.
She brought his bed down and easily pulled him to it. Then, she lay down beside him.
She checked his pulse and heartbeat. Still beating. Still pulsing.
He’s only sleeping.
He’ll soon wake up.
—
Roselle didn’t even know when she became unconscious in her car while waiting in her corner for El Crow.
The wave of unconsciousness just came from nowhere and swept over her mercilessly.
She slept off.
When she woke up at late night, she was shocked to see herself in that car with her sweat prints on her steering wheel cos she had placed her head on it throughout the sleep.
She let out a gasp, getting out of the car. Maybe El Crow came and they did it while she was asleep.
She wouldn’t mind getting raped by him.
She pulled down her underwear and checked for any sign of male fluid,
But she got nothing at all.
“El Crow!!!!!!” She cried painfully, throwing herself against the car. “What the fuck! I’m still untouched? Now I’m convinced Inferno is cheating me!!! I’m being cheated with my rights!!! It’s making no sense!!!”
She flew to her feet, rushing back into her car with teary eyes.
“There must be a way to summon the bastard entity! There must…”
She paused when the dagger materialized in her palm.
Her eyes widened.
“Wait….” She gasped. “It’s been two months but I still haven’t killed anyone? Now…I need two people.”
She slammed her head on the steering wheel.
“This is shittyyy!!!!”
—
[Dread House]
Skylar knew there was an ongoing drama immediately she arrived and saw the array of cars in the park.
Five expensive cars.
Of course it meant trouble.
Also, all eyes stayed on her as she climbed the balcony. Like she committed a crime and was meant to die unfailingly.
She wondered what was going on till Quincy blocked her.
“Sky! The business mogul is here for you! Boss Satan wants you in her office right now!” He gossiped.
“Business…mo what?” Skylar frowned.
“It’s Jethro,” Rosita appeared, arms calmly crossed.
“You better run along,” Renee added with a slow eye roll.
Skylar left the balcony and marched straight to Satan’s office.
Immediately she entered, she received a swing on her face from nowhere.
A really stinging swing.
She only realized it came from Midnight when she balanced.
He had kicked her.
“I’d like to understand the reason for this attack!” She boiled, the corner of her mouth bleeding a little.
Midnight moved out of the way, showing the full office.
Satan sat behind his desk.
Jethro sat in front of her, and his guards surrounded the office.
Their eyes were trained on her.
She went closer, not even acting like she saw Jethro at all. “I demand to know the reason I was kicked!”
“Go down on your knees and say your greetings to the biggest sponsor of this team!” Satan slammed the desk angrily.
“I said.” Skylar sneered. “I demand to know the reason I was kicked in the face!” She shouted.
“Wench!” Satan stood and dashed for her across the table.
She suddenly pulled a vainglorious sword from a wall hanger, aiming for her right leg. She wanted to really cut it off.
“Enough!” Jethro stood.
Satan paused, facing him.
“Jethro?”
Jethro had a deceptively calm smile on his face as he pocketed his hands and rounded Skylar once.
She wore a mini leather skirt, a cropped top, and heeled boots.
His eyes met her teardrop navel ring, her toned flat stomach, her soft hips and the s+xy long legs close up.
Then he looked at her face.
“You tried to kill my daughter. You were on your bike, helmeted in front of the Acheron family private clinic at exactly 9am yesterday.”
“First, I’ve never rode with an helmet.” Skylar raised her chin. “I hate covering my beautiful face. Secondly, at 9am yesterday, I was around Marisa’s manor. Check the footages of her woods. There are cameras,” She said.
Jethro only had to made a single call.
The footage of the woods was sent to him. 9am yesterday.
Skylar sat on a bench below a tree, looking deep in thoughts. It was this time yesterday she was thinking about going back to Marisa’s manor to confront her, and she later went.
“You might be right.” Jethro looked at her with an eye.
“Remove the might.” Skylar glowered. “I’m damn right.”
Jethro laughed insipidly, facing Satan and pointing his fingers.
“She’s exactly as they say. Bold, i-don’t-give-a-damn energy, a bad one through and through. I like her.”
“I don’t like you,” Skylar chirped. “In fact, get your face away!”
Midnight tried to kick Skylar in the face for that statement, but Jethro blocked it.
Midnight stopped.
A slap from Jethro landed on Midnight’s face.
“I didn’t say you could touch her, Mid fuckin’ night!” He snarled.
Midnight stepped back.
“I’ll make sure to find my daughter’s attacker, and at the same time, I’ll come back for you,” Jethro said threateningly, facing Skylar.
“I bite.” Skylar sneered.
“I’ll have fun plucking your teeth,” Jethro responded and left the office.
His guards followed him, and Skylar also stormed out of the office.
“Shit!” Midnight ranted painfully. “He hit me because of her?”
“I told you.” Satan hung the sword back gently. “Handling Jethro is a lotta work. You should control your temper. Now that he’s getting married to her, he’s gonna get territorial.”
Midnight huffed.
Satan’s phone cried to life on the desk.
Her thumb swiped green too fast when she saw the number.
“Satan?” Marisa’s dangerous voice came through. “You want me to keep supporting that excelling team of yours? Then prepare to get Skylar married to Jethro in a week.”
“As you wish.” Satan smiled, hanging up with a breath.
Midnight nodded.
He actually heard the conversation.
“She must have pissed Marisa off real bad for her to say this.”
“Our luck is bright.” Satan sighed.
—
Outside, as soon as Jethro got in his car, he received the call from Marisa too.
He picked slowly.
“Prepare your ring, Arturo.”
“I already have it prepared.” Arturo reclined on his seat. “I made sure the smiths made it in shape of a knotted rope. She’s tied now.”
“Good.” Marisa exhaled.
Jethro shut his eyes peacefully. The shape of Skylar’s body invaded his head, and the thought of ruining it made him chuckle like a devil.
“Plan is finally coming to place. Start preparations on Bella’s wedding with El Crow too, and Put more efforts on the search for that little wench Eden.”
“Yes sir,” His staffs answered.
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[Montgomery Nurseries]
The nightly readings of nursery rhymes was only just finishing, and usually, the caregivers share desserts for the kids after each reading.
The learning hall was noisy as everyone gushed on how big their cakes would be and how sweeter it’d taste this night. The nightly cakes were always delicious.
It’s a large cake cut into little pieces for them. The caregivers took the tray around, and the kids picked one by one, but Eden wasn’t even expecting anything from them.
Her cake was always special. While others ate pieces, she always ate a really large foil cake with moderate sugar and icing according to El Crow’s instruction cos of her teeth.
Her personal caregiver came over eventually with her cake. Eden lifted her hands to take the foil from the tray, but the woman pulled away.
Eden looked her in the eyes.
“You should apologize on behalf of that brother of yours,” the woman glared in hostility. “He dared to do that to Ma? How unscrupulous!”
Eden kept looking at her.
“I just told you to apologize on behalf of your brother!” She snarled.
“If my brother did anything to anyone, I’m sure it’s because the person deserved it…” Eden muttered.
The woman instantly dumped the foil cake on her head. From her head, the cake fell to her dress. Then to the floor.
The woman placed her shoe on the cake, pressing it down and wasting it with a wicked smile. “Watch how I make your life hell in here. You’ll pay for your brothers sins with your stupid face that’s older than your age!” She promised bitterly.
Eden left the hall silently, returning to her room and quietly locking the door after herself.
She took her phone from the bed and turned it on. El Crow’s line is saved as ‘B’.
She wasn’t blinking as she tried to give him a call, but…
She suddenly changed her mind. She dropped the phone and walked to her window. She dragged a chair there and climbed it, so she could see beyond her room from there.
She won’t call El Crow.
The only time she’ll call him will be to ask of his well-being, not to report anything to him.
She’ll take care of this herself.
Her eyes met the riverside. From that window, she could see it faintly.
She rested her palms on the windowsill and placed her chin on it gently, staring at the riverside.
“Hey, river… you’re hungry again, aren’t you? I’ll feed you soon.”
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[Next Day – Camping Site – 4am]
El Crow woke feeling a little too good which was weird. He never woke up feeling too good.
He’s part of the people with a bad morning mood, so he always woke up angry and frustrated.
It was different today.
He woke up good, and he immediately sat up, he felt the excess lights hitting him.
He saw the truck windows were all up. Curtains were all folded.
He hated too much light.
“Fuck!” He got up, pulling the windows down to keep the lights out.
That was when he noticed his shirt.
He didn’t wear this yesterday.
He turned around, seeing where he just woke up from.
The floor!
His bed was on the floor! And Bellatrix was still asleep on the same bed! How did she get here?
A terrible nausea broke into him, and he instantly wanted to puke.
He didn’t want to seem harsh before, that’s why he never told her he didn’t like her flowery scent. It’s upsetting to the stomach.
But above all, how did she get here? What happened last night?
What the hell happ…
His thoughts were interrupted when something suddenly appeared in his palm. He raised the palm so fast, seeing it’s the Aftermoor dagger.
His brows hunched.
It’s been two months, meaning he has to kill two people now.
He wants to kill Inferno first.
As much as he hates being controlled, that bitch is controlling him stylishly,
And it’s so fucking…
His head snapped as the gleam from the dagger hit his eyes.
His memories reloaded fast.
Last night.
Last night…
Pain…ache… horniness…dick rising…. soul-bond…. Soul-bond…
“Take it in your mouth…”
“I don’t suck dicks, I play with em…”
The words rang in his head, and he had to shut his eyes and opened it.
His mind reeled and rolled.
His head blew up.
“Skylaar… motherf+ker!” He shouted, abandoning the truck.
His dagger became one with him.
He picked his phone and rushed out of the truck, fast as wind.
He ran past Bellatrix’s guards outside, and one of them nodded.
He had seen the dagger earlier.
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[Enigma House]
El Crow’s plan was to go barging into Dread House before,
But he changed his mind during the ride.
That would be outright stupid.
He won’t. He won’t ruin this.
He actually took Bellatrix’s car here.
He found it outside the woods and it was unlocked, so he took it.
He slammed the door shut and rushed up the Enigma House balcony.
Arturo was already waiting.
“Father?” He stopped.
“Why haven’t you been picking your damn phone! We’re flying at six! The private jet is ready and you have only twenty minutes to get ready! We have to be in Manhattan by 10!” Arturo scolded and reminded at once.
“Old man…” El Crow started, taking a really deep breath.
“Don’t old man me, I won’t fall for it!” Arturo turned his back. He was already dressed thickly for the cold flight. “Go get ready, Ellie!”
“F+k you.” El Crow hissed and grudgingly went inside.
He literally jumped to his suite.
He went to the window first.
He threw it open.
Though the time was currently some minutes to 5, and he didn’t expect her window to be open, but he still tried his luck.
Her window was still closed.
Cool.
He left the window side and stripped, wrapping a immaculate towel around his waist as he entered the bathroom.
Getting inside the bathroom, the first thing he checked out was his c+ck.
Not only was it looking taken-care-of. It also looked happy.
Yeah, his stupid c+ck looked happy.
Seriously?
He opened shower on himself, forcing himself to shut down the thoughts of last night.
He got ready within fifteen minutes, dressing thickly in a woolen sweater and heavy joggers.
He wore a cap and carried a little backpack before leaving the suite, smelling too good in his morning mood today.
He hates it.
He hates that she influenced this.
He was cussing inwardly till he got back outside, meeting Arturo still waiting readily at the large balcony.
“Good,” Arturo smiled, wearing his favorite earpods. “You don’t listen to music, I’d have offered you one.”
El Crow immediately removed one of his father’s earpods.
He wore it before going down the stairs.
“When did you start listening to music?” Arturo wondered silently, following him to the car.
They drive to the airport was smooth, and they even took off earlier than planned….at 5:30.
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[Enigma House]
Skylar woke early.
And according to promises she didn’t ask for, Quincy and Rosita woke with her.
They might even have woken before her cos they were already waiting at the balcony when she got there.
Renee tagged along too, though she was being grumpy about it.
No one cares.
They’re visiting Ayana this morning.
As they walked to the silent park, Skylar hummed a tune with a little bit noticeable warmth on her face.
She was swaying her body too.
She has been like this since last night.
Quincy and Renee exchanged glances.
“What’s making her happy?” Renee muttered curiously.
“I badly wanna know too.” Quincy smiled. “But it’s good to see her happy. “I’ve not seen it before.”
“Hey, Sky!” Rosita fell in steps beside her. “You look happy! Is it because of the meet with Jethro yesterday?”
“My mood is nowhere connected to any Jeth….what fuckin ever.” Skylar shrugged and continued humming.
“Then tell me what’s the reason!” Rosita insisted.
“I hate when you get pokey.” Skylar made irritated faces.
Before Rosita could say anything else, someone they weren’t expecting appeared in that park.
She was just coming out of her car, looking wasted and frustrated, shoes in hand.
Roselle.
“Aww!” Rosita chirped jestingly. “If it isn’t my miserable twin!”
“I like the sound of miserable twin.” Skylar nodded at Rosita.
“She looks lost.” Renee chuckled.
“Her misery gladens me.” Quincy chuckled too, both leaning romantically on each other.
“Did you just call me miserable?” Roselle dropped the shoes she was holding. “Did you just…”
“Yes I did!” Rosita blinked.
“Undeserving thing!!!” Roselle flew across to Skylar instead of Rosita. “I hate you!!!! I hate you!!!! Why would you have the healing ability instead of me!!! Why would you have anything in common with him!!!”
“Who’s him?” Renee whispered.
“You think I know?” Quincy muttered.
“I called you miserable, but you faced Sky instead of me?” Rosita laughed. “Come to New Orleans rave party tonight and let’s just fight. Everyone’s coming to the party.”
“There’s not gonna be a party when I tear off this bi+ch!!!” Roselle yelled at Skylar’s unfeeling face again.
Skylar bursted into a really prickling, haunting laughter which made Roselle’s face burst with angry heat.
She locked Skylar by the front of her black elastic top. “Laugh again, and I’ll make you disappear!”
“No I have something more interesting.” Skylar leaned into her ear, smiling darkly. “Last night…did you feel like dying when the stitchmouth didn’t come for you?”
Roselle froze immediately.
Her eyes widened.
“You probably wet your p+ts waiting for him to come touch you, but you know what was happening during that period? I was touching him. I touched him so hard he came on my face and Gawd…it felt so f+king heavenly it sharpened my mood. That kinda dick doesn’t belong in your cunt. I’ll make sure of it.”
And that was all it took for Roselle to lose it. Roselle shattered.
“It’s a lie! It’s a lie!!!!” She grabbed Skylar by the hair. “You’re lying bi+ch!!!! You’re lying!!!!! Sl+t!!!! Big, f+kin sl+t!!!! You’re dead!!!”
“Slut?” Slyly blinked innocently, then she added oil to the fire. “He calls me that. I like it.”
Roselle lost it.
She spread her palm, and her dagger appeared. She thrust it forward to Skylar’s chest, but the dagger couldn’t even penetrate cos Skylar’s dagger appeared too, blocking it.
Roselle froze.
“See?” Skylar sighed. “Stay calm. So you won’t die before your time.”
“Oh my goodness!” Quincy shouted, getting entertained.
“C’mon Skylar! Kill her and let’s just know I don’t have a twin!” Rosita jumped, cackling.
“That’ll just be a waste of my energy…” Skylar smiled slyly as her dagger vanished smoothly.
“I’ll be right back. Need to check something,” she said and whipped past Roselle.
She entered the house.
—
[New York City – Manhattan]
The jet landed as at 9:30, and those thirty minutes were spent on making the remaining necessary preparations like El Crow changing into a multi-million red suit, styling his hair with undercuts, changing his brow ring and lip ring.
The shoes too. Even the car changed. Arturo did the same, changed into a black polished suit. Right now they looked more like business partners than actual father and son.
As their Tesla pulled up in front of a skyscraper, staffs in suit were guided forward to open the doors for them. There were like hundreds of them, surrounding the skyscraper itself in sight and hindsight, and the ones that came to quickly got the door opened.
Father and son stepped out, and private top executives all rushed out of the building to bow their heads.
No cameras. No phones.
The scrutinization was insane.
“Welcome, CEO.” They bowed to poker-faced El Crow himself.
“Welcome, Founder.” The bowed to Arturo who was smiling.
Their eyes travelled up to the skyscraper title.
ARDEN GLOBAL.
The largest modelling corporation in the world. Bigger than IMG. Older than most of its competitors.
Jointly owned by the unknown father and son duo.
Arden smiled at El Crow, and he surprisingly returned it.
Just that…he wasn’t directly smiling at Arturo. His smile only formed when he allowed himself to remember what happened last night.
Motherfucker Skylar.
—
[New Orleans – Dread House]
Skylar knew the cleaning woman would come get her clothes to wash, and that’s why she returned to her room to go sort her clothes that needed washing down.
She took the laundry basket and poured out the contents.
Clothes and underwear.
But she only gathered the clothes for the cleaning woman.
She returned the underwear sets to the laundry basket.
She’d do those herself.
She’s not like most Dreads who leave their underwear for the woman.
She nearly left the room after the sorting, but her eyes caught one of the panties among the underwear.
A white net panty.
But the panty line was wet.
Very sickly wet.
It was the panty she was wearing last night while touching the bastard.
It was the reason for her happiness.
The truth is….
She didn’t only make him cum…
While she was busy pumping him, her p+ssy was reacting too.
And she did it.
She had came in her panties.
She brought the panty to her nose, sniffling her own juice.
For the first time in her existence.
She c+mmed, last f+cking night.
TBC.
