“So, Black Slaughter? Is this what Los Muertos face alter ego will be named?” He asks.
“I think so.” I nod, “it sounds so ominous and dark. Just like me.” I smile at him.
“You’re not dark.” He leans over and kisses my cheek. “Don’t stay up late.”
I watch as he leaves the room and I settle back down on the sofa to read the rest of my mother’s childhood diary.
2
She’s sleeping when I get back to the house. Her body wrapped around the pillow I use on the bed. She’s wearing one of my t-shirts and nothing underneath, she’s asking for my dick, that’s what that means. I watch her plush lips open softly as she breathes deeply. She’s so fucking gorgeous, it hurts.
The first day I laid eyes on Ember, I knew my life would be altered forever. I was finally hand delivered my soul’s mate and it was like God himself said don’t fuck this up. If I knew then what I know now, I wouldn’t change a single thing. Everything we’ve been through, our close brushes with death only solidified what I already knew. Ember and I were meant to love each other with every fiber of our beings.
I rip my shirt over my head and drop my sweatpants to the floor. I’m hard as soon as I step into the room. I brought a surprise with me tonight and I don’t plan to let it go to waste. I crawl up the bed and move her onto her back. She lets out an adorable little snore and I chuckle softly as I slowly lift up the shirt she’s wearing. Her pretty little pussy sits there on display for me and I lean in to run my nose along her slit.
“Mmm.” She moves a bit, “Vin?”
Her voice sounds so fucking sexy when it’s raspy with sleep. This is why I love waking her just before I fuck the shit out of her. I spread her legs and lick a straight line from her asshole all the way to her clit and listen to her moan in appreciation. Her pussy becomes wet and I watch as the pretty little thing glistens with her arousal. I press my finger against her opening and push it inside, feeling her clench around me. I add one then two more and her pussy sucks me inside, greedy for more. Her wetness coats my fingers then begins to run onto my hand, I pull out and run the moisture along her puckered hole. Ember loves anal play, especially when my big dick spreads her to the point of pain.
She sits up-now fully awake-and shucks her shirt off and onto the floor. Her tits bounce with the movement and my mouth latches on to a nipple while my hand grabs at the other. She is my one weakness, everything I do, think, see, smell, taste, is all Ember. Am I obsessed? Yes, I fucking am but so should any guy who’s completely in love with someone.
She lays back, running her fingers through my hair as I hover over her stomach. There’s a new scar there now and the sight of it makes me want to murder the man who tried to kill her. Ember bows her back, bringing her stomach near my mouth. I lick along the scar and listen as she gasps then moans. She’s never shied away from me to hide her scars, they’re her battle wounds and she is beyond proud of each of them. Yes, Ember is physically beautiful-like I said before-painfully so, but it’s a very small portion of what I love about her. I don’t care what her skin looks like or how her face looks because the Ember inside is what really makes my heart pound.
My face is back in front of her pussy and I dive in. Her taste is like honey on my tongue, sweet with a hint of tang, and I want that nectar coating my mouth. She doesn’t disappoint me as her juices run into my mouth and I slurp that up like an addict needing my next fix. My hands slide under her ass and my fingers clench into her crack, pressing into her rear hole. When she finally comes in my mouth with my name on her lips, I lift her up higher and push my tongue into her ass slightly. Her breath hitches and she tenses up.
“Gotta work it out, Baby.” I look up and grin at her, “we’re having fun with this tonight.”
“Oh?” She raises her eyebrow.
I crawl back up her body, kissing my way and leaving a trail of her juices as I go. Finally, I am hovering over her face and I smile wider. Her lips twitch with a grin in response and her legs fall to either side of my waist. Her pelvis thrusts up and she rubs her soaking wet pussy along my shaft. It jerks and hits her sweet spot and I watch as her eyes roll and close on a moan.
“Keep your eyes shut.” I demand and watch as her breath quickens as she complies with a slight nod. As tough and commanding as Ember is, she knows to obey me in the bedroom. She fucking loves it.
I reach inside my pant’s pocket and pull out the vibrating butt plug and a small tube of lube. I still remember Ember watching that porn in the Columbia library, how she watched a woman take double penetration. She was curious and said she wanted to try but not by adding another man. If she did want another man, I would kill him in front of her and make her watch, then I would fuck her over his dead body. No other dick will ever come near her again, not without me ripping it off and feeding it to whomever it belonged to. Facts.
I flip her onto her belly and she squeals in surprise. “Lift your ass up,
