Wicked Desires part two

Brixton

"Come on, Brixton. Just one more time, please?"

Raegan pleads with me to get back into bed and fuck her one more time, but I pull my clothes on anyway, ignoring her desperate whines. I can't stop thinking about my little bird and fucking Trigger, ruining every, fucking part of her. If she only knew who he was, she wouldn't let him into her apartment, let alone her fucking pussy.

"Now you're just ignoring me, is that it?"

She huffs once more, but this time she sits up. My gaze flits from her enormous tits hanging from her chest to her pink, pointy nipples, which are hard and swollen from my sucking.

"Fine." I rip my clothes back off and snatch her off the fucking bed.

"You want me to fuck you again? You want me to beat that pussy up even more than I already fucking did?" I grab her throat and squeeze it until her face turns red, becoming aroused by the feeling of her veins pulsing underneath my fingers.

"Ye...yes..." She speaks in a hoarse whisper, her eyes bulging out the tighter I grip her throat. I push her thick thighs apart and shove my hand between them, checking to see how wet she is. She's fucking drenched. I rub my hand over her pussy, spreading her arousal all over her lips and swiping a layer along her ass, before I roughly spin her around and force her down on her fucking stomach. I get behind her and slap her ass, leaving a beat red handprint behind that has her moaning into the fucking pillow. After rolling another condom on my overworked cock, I spread her voluptuous ass cheeks apart, gather a mouthful of spit, and let it drop to her asshole, intensely watching as it slowly trickles down to her fucking pussy before dripping to the bed. I close my eyes and picture Harley bent over with her ass in the air for me as I guide my cock to Raegan's puckered, tight opening and sink right into her. She squeals and tenses up, but briefly, and then she's rocking back against me as I thrust brutally into her ass. I dig my fingers into the doughy flesh on her hips and pound into her with wicked strokes that have my balls smacking against her pussy with each thrust. She groans and trembles, grabbing desperately at the fucking sheet.

"Fuck, Rae. God, you're such a fucking slut." I grunt through clenched teeth, unable to conceal the vile, sadistic side of myself that I try to keep hidden.

"Mhmyeah... I...I'm your... I'm your...slut."

She manages to speak in between thrusts while still clutching the sheet for dear life. I still can't get Harley out of my fucking head as my cock prods her tight, slippery asshole. Rae is hit with brutal, vicious blows that cause her muscles to tighten up around my cock as I slam into her, wishing she were someone else. The sounds of her grating groans are finally drowned out by the city noise, which roars in through the open window. Then I feel it. My toes start to tingle, and the sensation travels up my legs, sending sharp, pleasurable jolts to my sack, making it tighten and throb. I squeeze Rae's waist and slam her back against me, burying my cock deep within her walls and shaking the fucking bed relentlessly. Before she can come, my seed spills into the condom, filling it fast and thick as my cock pulses in her ass. Without waiting for her, I pull out of her and spin her around so she's facing me, a sadistic grin on my face as I carefully remove the half-filled condom. The look she gives me is deadly, but it fucking turns me on.

"What the hell, Brixton? I didn't even get off."

"I know, now shut up and sit up for me." She complies rather quickly when I speak in a firm and demanding manner. In an instant, she is at eye level with my cock. She tilts her head back and looks up at me as I hold the condom over her mouth. I take the condom, one hand holding her hair, and tip it, obsessively watching my come pour out all over her face without even attempting to get it in her mouth. This is a lot more enjoyable. I have this obsession where I enjoy covering women in my come and forcing them to clean it all off. Just like Rae is doing now. The remainder drips down her forehead and onto her cheeks, while the chin and tits receive the majority of it. I close my eyes and picture my little bird wearing it as I apply it to Raegan's face. Yeah, I'm fucked up.

.....

By the time I leave Raegan's house, it is once again dark, and it is raining, of course. I haven't spoken to Trig all fucking day, but I've been keeping an eye on my little bird, as I always fucking do. I can watch her on the live feed that streams to my fucking phone when I'm not near our apartment. She has no idea there are fucking cameras hidden throughout her apartment, but I do. Even though she isn't at home right now, I know exactly where she is. I haven't seen her yet, but I know she's been working for Stacks at Wicked Desires, one of the state's most exclusive gentlemen's playgrounds. It's not just a fucking strip joint and bar, but it's also a hotbed of illegal activity, including escorting, money laundering, drug trafficking and manufacturing, murders, and a slew of other nonsense. Stacks, on the other hand, has the feds in his pockets, so he'll never be caught. Shit, half of his customers are cops and other prominent figures in the community. That's why I haven't yet shown my face. I'm not trying to go back to prison. Fuck that shit.

As I approach the intersection leading to my apartment, I feel the hard muzzle of a gun pressed against my back. Oh, hell fucking no. Am I really being fucking robbed?

"Yo, give me the merch." I recognize the voice right away and spin around, twisting the Glock out of his hand, and pointing it at him when I gain control of it.

"Yo, what the fuck are you doin', Trig?"

"I was just fucking with you, Brix. Damn, you shoulda seen the way you froze up. That shit was fucking hilarious."

I lower the gun but tuck it into my waistband with mine, refusing to give it back to this fucking clown.

"You've got to be the dumbest motherfucker ever to walk up on me like that, Trigger. You almost got your shit blown the fuck off."

"Oh, you got your pistol? I thought you stopped carrying one, ya know, cus you're trying to "do the right thing"." He says the last part with air quotes, mocking me like he always fucking does.

"Trigger you ask too many fucking questions, man. Shut the fuck up. What are you doin' out here anyway?"

"Shit, Harley is at work, and she locked me out until she gets off." Smart girl, I think to myself.

"You smell like pussy." I blurt out as we cross the street, walking in the direction of Harley's workplace

"Yeah, so don't you. Who the fuck did you fuck?"

"Rae." I say it flatly, not wanting to hear any more about my little bird and how he fucked her.

"Do you want to know how she was? How she fucking felt when she gripped my cock?" He teases and irritates me, which prompts me to push him while pressing my hands ferociously against his chest.

"Brixton, what the fuck are you doing?"

"I fucking told you the other day to stop fucking talking about her like that, but your dumb ass can't even fucking listen." Have you told her who you really fucking are? Huh? Or would you like me to? Keep fucking with me, Trig, and I'll blow up your fucking spot real quick."

I push off of him and continue to move forward without even stopping to see if he is still following me. Seeing my little bird is the only thing I can think of right now. It looks like I'll have to wait outside the playground for her. I need to fucking see her. Who knows, maybe tonight is the night I get to fuck her.