Page 21 of Bound to a Virgo Menace
Hevyn sniffled but quickly bit down on her bottom lip to hide her emotions. It looked as if she was too emotional to speak. I guessed it was because of what I said, but I meant every word. Her eyes followed my movements as I removed my own clothes. When I stepped out of my boxer briefs, I witnessed the very moment fear filled her eyes.
“Um, Cache. You’re way too big for my small body. I’on think this gon’ work,” Hevyn confessed. She pursed her lips to the side.
“Shh. I got this.”
I climbed over Hevyn and kissed her lips and down her body. Her titties weren’t Double Ds, but they spilled over my hands. Her nipples were erect and tasted sweeter than candy. I moved further down, kissing her small belly button until I reached her wet and warm pussy. When I latched onto her clit, Hevyn’s back arched from the bed.
“Shit!” she shrieked.
I gripped her thighs, locking her in place. Hevyn tried to scoot away from me but there was nowhere for her to go. She needed to ride this train of ecstasy. I dug my tongue so deep in her pussy that my nose was smashed against the top part of her pussy.
Hevyn tasted like a high school boy’s wet dream. Not even water could compete with the way her juices quenched my thirst.Hevyn was now the best gift to walk into my life. Her legs trembled and her hand gripped the top of my head. Oh, it was time for her to bless me.
“Cache, baby!” she squealed.
Hevyn’s whole body shook as she rode out her orgasm. She pumped her pelvis faster, making sure I secured every drop. When I was done, I sat up and wiped down my beard and rested over her.
“You taste better than water, beautiful. The fact that I’m the only man that will ever get to experience you is a flex I’m damn proud to possess.”
I kissed Hevyn’s lips. The moment I felt her relax under me, I nudged my dick at her opening and pushed through her vice like resistance. Hevyn was tighter than a frog’s ass. Her nails raked across my back painfully, unlocking a new level of arousal in me. Swiftly, I pushed my way through the rest of the way.
“Ahh!” Hevyn screamed.
“I got you, baby. It’s okay. I got you, butterfly,” I reassured her. I kissed her forehead, her cheeks, and her lips. “Do you want me to stop? If it hurts too much, baby, I can stop.”
Hevyn wiped her eyes and gave me a teary smile.
“Don’t stop, my love. Keep going,” she encouraged me.
I kissed her nose. “That’s my girl.”
My mouth latched onto her nipple, and slowly, I stroked her. Hevyn’s body relaxed the more I sucked on her titties. Minutes later, she moved with me, taking my strokes. I went deeper. I released her titty and looked in her eyes.
“You feel so fuckin’ good, butterfly. The chokehold this pussy got my dick in is unlike anything I’d ever experienced. Cum for me, girl.”
I continued to make love to Hevyn until she came again. Minutes later, I followed right behind her. When my body calmed down, I took my time and cleaned her pussy then myself.By the time I was done and entered my room, Hevyn’s soft snores filled my ears. I slipped under the covers and pulled her to my chest. For the first time ever, sleep came easy.
I exhaled my blunt smoke while I bobbed my head to “Still in The Paint” by Denzel Curry. That song was my shit. The beat went crazy as hell. I hit my blunt again. Today was a muthafuckin day. I’d spent a few days staking out the warehouse of the RK Gang that hit us.
It was obvious that we wouldn’t get our shit back, so plan B was in full effect. At two in the morning, I’d lined their entire warehouse with explosives. That was also a specialty of mine. When I was done, it was 2:45 a.m.
I climbed in my truck and pulled away. Once I made it to the first red light, I looked down at the timer on my phone. The last second ended. I looked in my rearview mirror and smirked. As if it was the Fourth of July, their warehouse blew up. The sound of the explosives going off and the big ass fire that was the result made my chest swell with pride. Another successful job was under my belt. That would most certainly show niggas that we weren’t to be fucked with.
I exited my thoughts and made my way to the club. Tread was dealing with a crisis in the restaurant. My eyes scanned the crowd and over the VIP sections. I did a double take when I saw my butterfly twerkin’ in a circle like she had rent due. Hay, Rusha, and Bryte’s asses encouraged her.
Today was their lil girls’ day, and Hay chose this place. I didn’t have a problem with it. What I did have a problemwith was the niggas outside their section gawking at them and throwing money at my butterfly. Yeah, that shit wasn’t gon’ fly with me.
I pulled the strap of my tactical firearm across my chest and let it dangle at my side. Hopefully, I didn’t have to use it in front of all our guests, but I didn’t care either. I took the private elevator in our office to the main floor.
As I strolled over to them, the music blasted and the partygoers drank and danced while others threw wads of cash on the stage at Honey Buns. She was one of our top performers here. When the eyes of the patrons locked on to me, their smiles melted, and they hurriedly moved out of my way. Seconds later, I stopped outside the girl’s section and behind the thirsty ass niggas that watched them.
I grabbed my gun and cocked it. “Who ready to die tonight?”
Everybody in the girl’s area stopped partying and looked at me. Hevyn’s eyes were wide like a deer in headlights. Yeah, she knew what type of time I was on.
“Peel, we were just having some fun. Hevyn is letting loose,” Hay announced, giggling afterward because she was tipsy as hell.
I didn’t respond to her right away because I needed to address the niggas in front of me. “Show is over. Y’all niggas get lost.”
