Page 6 of Twisted Ties

"Both."

"Sorry..."

"It is what it is. But I understand the pain that some secrets can bear. And your mother? I mean that's something you need to get closure on. You have a chance while your pops is still around."

“Thanks, might be time to pay him a visit, you’re right.”

As she snuggles under my shoulder, I stroke her arm. She’s a great girl, not only caring about herself. This is new to me. Other bitches— not that she’s a bitch—just want shit from me, money, favors, and dick. She’s not like them, I can feel it. After I bust a nut, I usually wanna kick these bitches out of my room and smoke to myself.

Not Simone, though. I want her beside me, to be with me. I don’t care how I got sent to her, but she’s mine now. All these other ones, I want to yank their hair follicles from their head, choke ‘em while I grind them or spit in their faces. I don’t want this with Simone. I want to be there for her. She has nothing and she’s still giving. I’ve never been more certain in all my thirty years that Simone is the missing piece I’ve been searching for all this time.

I don’t want to fuck her; I want to make love to her. Let her know what it feels like to have this…

CHAPTER FOUR

In Your Arms

(Simone)

I hold back as I listen to the deep inscriptions of pain in his soul. I put my hand on his heart when I hear him talk about his mother. I understand the abandonment, the loss of not having a soul in the world to care for you. This world is cold sometimes; it can make you a savage human. You do what you have to do to survive.

I love the tattoos covering his smooth, broad chest. He doesn’t mind a bit as I touch him. I can’t help it; I want him inside of me, making me feel. To be with him would be better than the drugs. Heisthe drug. How can I feel this about a man I met only hours ago?

I lose myself in him, in the fiery blaze of his eyes as he tilts my chin up to look at him.

“I want you, Simone. Do you want me like I want you?” He’s seducing me and I can feel a pool of wetness between my legs. This time it’s me that’s the naughty one as I grab his hand and shove it in the slick, warm folds.

“I think you’ll find your answer here,” I giggle seductively.

His guttural groan shifts us out of talking to physical action as he withdraws the fingers, back to his lips to taste. “Damn, you taste like honey.”

I can’t speak. There’s too much desire peaked inside my body as he gently kisses and nips at my earlobe. Every touch is like hot fire, and I’m burning up from the inside out. He snakes his body down mine, and I like to see him moving like that as I open wide for his mouth to caress my pussy. I can’t wait for it, but he’s taking his time as his fingers knead my thighs along the way. His light touches along my inner thigh are like fire as he runs a trail of fingers down my leg. He roams there, and I can feel the tickle of his soft bristles on my skin, hungry for me, sliding in and out with his tongue. I feel my body turn to liquid; he’s making me feel as if I want to float away.

Electricity burns through my system. I hope I’m not moaning too loud, but the way he has my body humming is driving me insane. I can hear him breathing, holding back all that he wants to give. I know there’s more; I can feel his raw, unhinged force wanting to drive into me. I tilt my pelvis up a little further. There’s a volcano rumbling as he applies gentle pressure to my swollen nub, and I can’t hold it anymore as an orgasm rockets through my body. The high of the drugs only enhances the euphoria, and I feel like dancing as I giggle when he’s done. He draws up to cup my breasts.

“Good for you?” he asks raspily.

“More than good,” is my languid state response.

“I got more for you, don’t worry about that.”

I hope so. It never felt like this with Slither. He was rough, tossed me around, and if I didn’t come or was unsatisfied, he didn’t give a rat’s ass. He would grunt and roll off me. If it was high, it was easier, but with Sean, it feels like we’re making love, not fucking. My senses are heightened and I’m less inhibited.

He stops for a minute to roll a condom onto his thick, full length, causing me to drip more. Sean is the sexiest man I’ve ever seen, with his broad chest of tattoos, a full beard I’ve had intimate contact with, and lips that can melt my panties right off.

As his provocative, wolfish eyes ravish my body, he strokes me and slides in nice and slow as I watch him grind. It’s magic to me the way he alternates strokes, long and deep, fast, and slow. My senses can’t keep up. There’s no talking; we’re too wrapped up in the moment of us. I can feel the ache burning at my slick apex and I’m going to explode. His hips grind slowly in and out of my hot canal as I raise my hips to grind against him. We’re like two firehouses burning bright, merging together to form one larger flame. A layer of sweat coats us both as my panting synchronizes with his. I didn’t think I could have another orgasm, but it’s a lie because I can feel my pussy building in pressure.

One long deep stroke with Sean circling my nub, and my inner walls clutch around his well-endowed sheath as the pace quickens. Sweat roll down his tattoos as I surrender to the rush of another blissful orgasm, letting it take me.

“Wow, my god.”

“You are so hot,” he cries out as he overflows, and he thickens inside of me, releasing as I observe the vein in his throat straining from the exertion. Pure ecstasy, better than the coke, better than the weed. Just me and Sean fused as one.

We are naked, sated, our bodies intertwined like bookends. I like the way he feels next to me. It feels like we’ve always been this way.

His hand is entangled in my hair, which he seems to like. He mumbles in my ear. "How the hell did a beautiful girl like you end up with a Savage for a boyfriend?"

I smirk. It’s a good question. How does anyone end up with anybody?

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