Page 51 of Where We Found Our Home
Do you know what burning skin smells like? I do. I’ve known since I was twelve years old and that sadistic bitch who popped me out of her cunt held my hands on top of the stove. You never forget that feeling. That smell.
You know, when I disposed of her I had to make it quick. Pity. She deserved a much slower, much more brutal death. Suicide, they ruled it. In a way it was. Every slap, every kick, every cut, all the pain she inflicted on me only led to her own demise. Slitting her wrists was easy. Watching her bleed out until the dim light in her eyes went out for good was a treat. But it wasn’t enough. I wanted more. If I had my way it would have taken them days just to be able to identify her.
I’ll take my time with you though. By the time I’m finished with you, you’ll be begging me for the sweet release of death. Maybe I’ll grant your wish. Maybe I won’t. I decide. I hold your life in my hands and I’ll crush it beneath my fingertips.
I hate you.
Lincoln
The next two weeks fly by. Ciara and I are together damn near every day at this point. There’s not a lot of sleeping apart. Nevaeh has officially replaced me with Ciara as her favorite human being, not that I blame her. I’ve officially met her mom and friends through FaceTime. Ciara insisted on meeting Mrs. Townsend after she sent more cookies for her, and Mrs. Townsend has taken to planning our damn wedding every time I see her in the neighborhood now.
I’m supposed to head to her place tonight, but I just got home from my shift and it was a particularly tough one. We responded to a car accident where one of the passengers didn’t make it. Failing to save someone is hard no matter what, but car accidents are especially hard for me.
I don’t think I’ll be good company for anyone tonight, so I send a text to Ciara.
Me: Hey, I think I’m gonna stay home tonight. Rough day.
Ciara: Are you okay?
Me: Yeah I’m just not gonna be good company so I’m saving you
Ciara: Always the hero. Anything I can do?
Me: I’ve heard that nudes that can solve all problems
Ciara: Haven’t heard that one
Ciara: *image of a cat*
Me: What’s the cat for?
Ciara: It’s a picture of a pussy. Enjoy *smiley face*
Ha! It was worth a try.
Twenty minutes later I get a knock on my door. When I open it, Ciara is standing there wearing a trench coat, holding a box of pizza and a six pack of beer.
“I don’t send nudes, but I can deliver them in person.” She saunters in, sets the beer and pizza down on my kitchen counter, and unties her trench coat. My jaw hits the floor when I see the lingerie she’s wearing. “So? Did this solve all your problems?”
“Oh, it more than solved them.” And created another in its place.How do I hold on to your heart forever? Because I think I’ve handed mine over to you.She hops up on my counter, grabs a slice of pizza, and beckons me with her finger. I’m on her in seconds. “You know? I think I’m hungry for something else right now.” She smirks and spreads her legs wide.
“Feast away then.” I grab the band of her panties, and she lifts her hips so I can pull them down her legs. I start at her ankles and leave biting kisses up both her legs, watching as her breaths become labored and her eyes darken with desire. I reach the heaven between her thighs, gently massaging her folds. She’s so wet for me already. I waste no time diving in.
As soon as my mouth is on her, she throws her head back and moans. She runs her hands through my hair and lifts her hips more. I know her body so well at this point, I know exactly what she needs. I trace my hands up her thighs and curl two fingers inside her and use the other hand to squeeze her ass.
She is absolutely gorgeous. She still has a white lace corset on, and it really feeds into the whole Angel moniker I’ve given her. She’s pure perfection. Watching her writhe beneath my hold is addicting. Her soft whimpers spur me on. She grabs my hand from her thigh and places it on top of her corset. I love that she has no problem showing me what she needs. I massage her breast and pinch her nipple, eliciting a groan from her.
“Fuck! I can’t take anymore. I need you inside me,” she cries out.
Nope. I’m not done with my meal. I look up, and her eyes are shut so tight. I slap her ass, and her eyes fly open as she whimpers and looks down at me. I wink at her. “Give it to me first.” I want her first orgasm from my mouth and her second, third, and fourth from my cock. I push deeper until she shatters, and her taste coats my tongue.
“Fuck, you are beautiful. I could watch you come all day every day.” I can’t get enough of her. She owns me.
She laughs while trying to catch her breath. “Yeah, you are definitely giving me Khal Drogo vibes today.”
I throw my head back in laughter. “I’m okay with that. As long as you don’t get witches involved.”
“I would continue the joke but if your dick is not inside me in two minutes, I may die, soooo…”
