Page 4 of Sweet SIN Slaughterhouse

My grandfather has built such a legacy, an empire with Rylee, D, and my dad by his side. All are shoes I fear can never be filled. Shoes I am not worthy of even attempting to fill.

I am terrified.

But now is not the time to stress or be anxious over things that haven’t happened yet. I will save that for tomorrow. Because tomorrow is one day closer to the rest of my life.

Before I get too far gone into my thoughts, I casually inform the family, “The pest is dead in my tunnel. She’s all yours if you want her.” I had hopes of hanging her high from the peaks of the church, to make an example of, but I need to distract my brother from destroying himself later, even if he doesn’t deserve my generosity. Papa has always said that a good leader can see their opponents’ moves before they do. Blaise isn’t my opponent, but he is a challenge, and my brother.

If he won’t save himself, I can’t either, but I can try and prolong his life just a tiny bit longer.

Reaching out, Greta places the black leather leashes back into my gloved hands. “Now, go kick some ass, girl.”

So with my head raised and my middle finger held high, my girls and I begin our short walk home.

Not sure I’ll be kicking any ass tonight, but I’ll definitely be licking some pussy.

3

SID

“Oh fuck.” Abi’s eyes roll into the back of her head as sweat drips down her thick thighs. Lowering my head back down, I inhale deeply, and the smell of her sweet skin tickles my nose. My lips are as swollen as hers as I kiss them before lapping her clit with my tongue. Three fingers continue to work her pulsating pussy; I took off a couple of my nails so I wouldn’t tear her cunt apart with them.

Heavy breathing continues. “Fuck, baby… There. Don’t stop,” Abi moans as if I haven’t done this to her a hundred times before. I know what makes my girl tick. Her legs, which are hanging over my shoulders, move to wrap around my neck tightly.

She’s almost there, and I smirk to myself in satisfaction.

As her pelvis begins to grind, using my face to get off, I wrap my lips around the devil’s doorknob and suckhard. Abi’s cunt grips my fingers tightly, my teeth teasing her sensitive nerves and sending her to the brink.

Just as her body tenses, I move my mouth and prepare for her sweet nectar. Tremors follow, Abi’s legs vibrate around me, and her fingers grip my hair, yearning for control that I will not relent.

Cum coats my fingers, and before her orgasm subsides, I pull them out of her and replace them with my mouth and tongue. I lap her relentlessly, with the need to milk every last drop out of her. I’m fucking feral as my taste buds ignite in satisfaction. The harder she pulls my hair, the more I crave making her weak for me. Giving in to me and every fucking desire.

She doesn’t own me. I own her.

Her body begins to relax as I hollow my cheeks and begin sucking her cum out.

But I don’t swallow.

Moving my face back slightly, I look up, through my long lashes I find her green eyes. White blonde hair is fanned out all around her glowing body, and her nipples are hard. Tickling up Abi’s beautiful legs, I grip her thighs and gently move them off my shoulders before placing her legs down on either side of me.

Leaning forward, I see her nipples are hard as my breasts skim along her skin, goosebumps following, as she shivers. My pouty lips connect to hers, and I feed her. A low groan follows from her throat as she devours her own release. My pussy aches in satisfaction.

Whispering against her lips, my words are soft buttrue, “See, this is why I am so fucking addicted to you. You taste like Sunday mornings outside, after the midnight rain.”

“I love you, Sin,” she whispers back.

Sin is short for Sinclair. When I was little, people would call me baby Sin, because I am so much like my daddy, but behind it all, I have a lot of my mom in me too.

I kiss my girl hard before sitting up and admiring the curvy perfection sprawled out before me.

I’ve never been one to say it back, as verbalizing affection has always made me feel uncomfortable. You will know how I feel by my actions. And these actions, which have resulted in cum dripping down my chin, help show her how much I care.

My focus stays on her as racing thoughts begin to consume me.

We’ve been together for a couple of years and every part of me wishes that this, and us, will stay like this for a few decades more. That nothing will taint us, the spark won’t dull and that love will conquer all. I refuse to let my job kill us.

These thoughts of optimism, happiness and the future help mask the memories of pain from this afternoon. Suppression at its finest. But I do wish my dreams for us come true.

“Baby, let’s go on a date tomorrow, just you and me,” I blurt out. Abi giggles, nodding her head yes. Leaning over her, my lips brush against hers. “What? Too tired tospeak?” I tease back, and just before she can respond, a phone vibrates on the nightstand.

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