by D. M. Burns
It’s the one thing I’ve never allowed myself to have, brutal honesty. Something has always kept me from taking this route. That little voice in the back of my head whispers out that this is a dead man’s walk. Taking her truths without permission was a hard limit for me. I wanted her to give that over to me willingly, ultimate trust. But she’s left me with no other choice. I’m desperate for answers. I’ll have them too. But it’ll take time.
While all that’s in motion, I get a call from my watchful eyes here. They advised me that Asia was heading out with an unknown man. The fuck you say. That swift kick in the dick had me taking a look-see. I punched a couple of digits into my phone and accessed the camera feed instantly.
What camera’s you ask? The ones I installed outside her damn apartment the night of her welcome home party. Hell, I even placed some randomly around her assigned vehicle parking. I told you she was my dirty obsession. I wasn’t lying, you feel me.
Once Deke Harrison came into view, boom. That activated my mental awareness motivational speaker within, loudmouth little bastard. The message was clear, good talk. Deke will soon be dicking my girl if I don’t get my ass in gear. Deke’s an alright guy I guess but fuck him. What can I say? I’m a greedy fucker when it comes to Asia.
This is what led me to break and entering tonight. Then led to me breaking the seal on the hard liquor. And like always, history repeating itself, I trailed right behind Asia like the little bitch I am to her bedroom. Where my eyes are latched onto the prize, everything that is her.
My mind’s needy fascination for information DOES NOT surpass my dick’s long overdue desires. Adding the alcohol was like popping Viagra. Asia’s in no mood to talk and to be honest neither am I. She said she gives me what I need. Well, I feel it necessary to test that theory out.
“I’m jumping into the shower Ren.” She hops up off the bed and starts combing through her dresser draw. Fucking perfect timing.
Sliding the Southern Comfort bottle onto the dresser, I stay in my spot eyeballing her. That brown hair is curtained around her face as she pulls out another tank top and a fuckall sexy ass thong. Jesus Christ. I bet I have an impressive zig-zag outline of my zipper running the length of my dick. That throbbing motherfucker feels like an emergency erection alert.
“You’re not driving, are you?” Asia stands up and quirks her eyebrow at me.
“Not my truck, no.” I shake my head from side to side and smirk at her. Driving into that pussy real soon, yeah. Overdrive style.
“Uhmmm, okay.” She tilts her head. “You mind if I get undressed?”
I’m pretty sure she wants privacy. Not a fucking chance in hell that’s happening. I’ll take that roasted charcoal ass I rightfully deserve beside the devil himself before I move from this door.
“Absolutely fucking not. Go ahead.” I nod my head at her.
The corner of her mouth quirks up and she drops the clothes in her hand on the bed. This should be good. Knowing my girl, she took that as a personal dare. Asia loves competition but what she loves more is winning. If she wins, I win too. Everything that I’ve wanted for five years, right fucking here. In front of me. Within reaching distance. Strip for daddy.
She reaches on both sides of her tank and slips it over her head causing her long brown strands to fan out all around her shoulders. The entire play by play moves in slow motion for me. The unwanted clothing gets tossed over into the laundry basket. That silky black bra has my nut sack screaming out for justice. I want to grip each strap and rip it from her body. Burning the fucking thing for obscuring my view of her perfect tits is a high possibility.
Her fingers fumble with her pants button and I lick my lips, eyes transfixed. Hell yeah, my mouths salivating. God damnit, I want to see that perfect peach in all its glory. Never seen a prettier pussy. And yes, I compared every other bitch to her, and nothing has ever rivaled hers, not even close. Body or soul.
When she pulls the zipper down and works each pant leg off, it’s like slow torture for my dick. That matching black thong is the only demonic material hiding my dick’s housing. She chucks the jeans with accurate aim too, basketball to net.
She reaches slowly around and unclasps that evil latch on her bra working the material from her body. Those round perky tits are pebbled up with a promise of sweet-tasting sin on their tips. Fuck me. I scrub my hand over my face then shift my dick to a more comfortable position in his present rock-solid stance. God damnit.
Asia thumbs both sides of her matching thong letting it slip down her tan smooth legs. When she stands and bares herself to me it’s like going back in time five years. Fucking perfection. That’s what this woman is, period. Waxed smooth and dick achingly beautiful. She throws the underwear at my face, direct hit.
My eyes find those brown sugar pools and she’s biting down on that plump bottom lip. The growl that works its way up from my chest can’t be silenced. It’s the beast within. He deemed her his long ago. He wants between her legs. He wants to go home.
Craves it.
Smells it.
Wants it.
Take it.
Keep it.
“Come here, Asia.” My voice is controlled but raspy. I use my index finger to indicate the come-hither motion.
Statue still, I don’t bother to move from the door as her fit little body works its way over to me. When she’s in reaching distance, I crane my arm out behind her back and fuse her frame to mine. Her fresh laundry scent mixed with sweet plum paradise madness drifts its way into my senses fucking up my thought process.
“I’m going to give you what you refuse to give me.” She gulps and nods waiting for me to continue. “Honesty.” Her eyes cast down. “My dick wants every god damn thing you’re offering, no denying it. I’ll fuck you, frequently.” She looks back up to me because there’s more, she knows it. “But when my mind registers the post-sex status and situation, I’ll probably leave. My dick and mind war it out over you but my heart wants nothing more. You lost out on that, gave it back remember?” She looks away again. I’m just keeping it real with her. “Those are the facts upfront. Now, what do you want?” I ask. Those eyes that are focused on my lips spear my cloudy orbs with complete clarity.
“No more regrets.” Her voice is barely heard. That was unexpected. Great fucking answer but unexpected.
“Do you have a lot of those?” She nods her head yes. “Fucking me won’t be one of them.”
She brings her hand up cupping my face then says, “Moments with you never were Ren.” Could’ve fooled me, baby. Her hand brushes through my hair with a scraping fingernail trail sensation that I used to live for before she took it away.
Those tiny hands roam over my chest spreading a feather-light touch on my abs. My body flinches sporadically. She affects me in ways no other has. It’s the thrill of the feels from her. She grips the sides of my shirt peeling it over my head. I kick my boots to the side. Those brown sugar orbs concentrate on the next task at hand. It’s a two for one action deal as she works my jeans off taking the boxers down along with them.
My dick makes an appearance and proudly waves hello to his long-lost dirty obsession as he bounces back and forth off the tight wall of my stomach. Reaching down, I clasp my hands under her ass and jerk her up off the floor. Her breath catches out of surprise. Taking the necessary steps over to her bed, I set her down on the edge of her cushy comforter.
“Show me,” I growl. She opens her legs exposing the winning lottery of pretty pussies. Jesus Christ. “Fuck.” I grit out. Gripping my cock, I tighten my hold and take a few long pulls on the fucker trying to take the edge off. No help. It’s her. He wants her.
Running my index finger over her seam, Asia’s entire body shutters from my touch. She releases a low seductive moan from those blow pop thick lips. Tilting forward I lightly kiss the top of her mound and her fingernails curve through my long hair until her grip retains the hair out of my eyes. My focus goes to her and those baby brown sugar eyes stare back at me.
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p; Spreading her open, my tongue darts out lightly flicking her clit and her hold tightens in my hair. Her taste is pure lust mixed with peach nectar. The sexual sounding melody pouring out of her spurs me on. When I close my mouth over her bud, I tongue fuck her until she’s begging God for mercy. Silly girl, he clearly has nothing to do with this premarital sex scene, but I love her optimism.
Standing to my full height, I cover her pussy with my palm and rub my thumb in slow circling strokes while watching my literal handy work produce results. She’s dripping wet ready for me.
“Oh Jesus, Ren. Shit… Torture. It’s not enough.” Yeah. Just like the last five years without you have been baby, torture. I get it. “Please… I need more.” She moans.
My sexual needs for her are tricky little fuckers. They're greedy and demanding. Maybe after I satisfy them tonight, I’ll be more apt to holdout. Show her what real torture is all about featuring a nasty little rebellious hate side too.
Climbing over her body, I capture her nipple in my mouth along the way and lick a path from one to the other. When she claws her fingernails through my hair and jerks my head back, I grin sadistically up at her. That’s her way of telling me playtime is over. Naughty girl. She has no idea who she’s dealing with anymore.
Sliding my arm behind her back, I boost her badass body off the bed and trap her against the headboard of her cozy masterpiece. Wedging my hips between her legs, I grind into her slickness and those sexy sticks close me in. Securing both of her tiny hands against the wall over her head is an easy task for me. Using my other hand, I palm her ass higher. Those brown sugar eyes widen in surprise. That’s right, baby. The Renegade is real and very much alive.
Tilting forward, I lick the length from her neck to her ear. Hesitating at the outer shell of her ear. “Be careful, baby. That romantic asshole you used to know is gone. You already know firsthand that I’ll spank that ass.” I bite down on her earlobe and she releases a low moan. “You want me to fuck you?” My lips scrape the words across her neck. Her entire body shivers and the heels of her feet dig into my ass coaxing me into her pussy. Denial is my game. “Answer me god damnit,” I whisper growl low. She’s killing me.
“Yes.” It’s a breathy response. One that my dick heard loud and clear.
“Monthly check-ups, I’m clean. When was your last doctor's visit?” I lean back and look at her after a beat of silence.
“I’m good, Ren.” She whispers and looks off to the side. Hold up a damn minute.
“Last check-up… When was it?” I ask again. She’s still not looking at me. “Asia,” I growl. Her head snaps back to me and her jaw is locked tight.
“I’ve not been with anyone, okay?” Her brows crease in confusion or embarrassment. I’m not sure.
“You mean recently? Six months, a year?” I ask.
Those baby brown sugar eyes come back to me. I wasn’t prepared for it. The answer held weight. With meaning that I fully intended to follow up on, later of course.
“No one since you okay.”
What the actual fuck? The initial shock clogs my airway. This woman is sexy stunning, top to toe. How and why? Five damn years… Fuck. My chest expands with warmth mixed with dread. A wave of warning bells signals out like a beacon in my ears, instincts. It hints toward a bigger picture here. All of which points to a danger sign down the yellow brick road that leads to five years ago.
Asia juts her defiant little chin out as if to say, now what asshole. Okay, Renegade, find your little bitch ass voice.
“Tell me why brown sugar eyes.” She closes those globes at hearing the nickname I settled her up with years ago. That’s their trademark color, plain and simple. Sweet temptation.
“It runs deep for me too Ryice.” She exhales those words.
If I wasn’t paying attention, I’d have missed the words altogether. The barely their whisper jumps off her lips effectively slapping me in the damn face. She held onto my painful definition. God damnit. My head drops forward against hers and I breathe, steady labored lungful’s.
Fuck… I blink through it. Leave it to her to make me feel everything I’ve stored away for years in mere seconds. Startling me without any forced effort. Using only seven little effective words. All the hateful and screwed stunts I’ve pulled on her twists in my gut like a wrung-out dirty washrag.
Snaking my head slightly, I take her mouth licking her out like I own the rights to her existence. Which I do. She’s mine. Mine. Fuck the minutes before and fuck the minutes beyond right now. She’s been mine all along.
Lining the head of my dick up to her pussy, I slide inch by inch into her depths. Her mouth breaks away from mine and she lets out a moan that overlaps that fine line of pleasure and pain. Ten inches of thick steel-driving into a tight-fisted channel will catch you off guard. I’m sure it’s an adjustment.
Even for the experienced and seasoned ladies, my dick’s a challenge but especially for someone not sexually active. Which I can tell Asia’s not. She’s snug to the point of my eyes rolling in the back of my head.
My entire body is shaking as I bury myself deep to the hilt only stopping when there’s nowhere else left to go. She bites down on that plump bottom lip. That simple act makes me want to impale her until her pussy’s a perfect model of my dick from the inside. Grinding my hips in a seductive circular motion produces the sexiest sounds from my girl. My heart’s erratic beat-box rhythm pounds between our chests. Damn.
“You feel sooo fucking good, like a tight glove. God damn.” I groan. “You with me? Are you okay?”
“Move baby. Let me feel everything that is you.” She kisses the inside of my neck while gyrating her hips on my dick.
Repositioning, I lift her up higher holding strong to her ass. When I pull back, I peer down while gradually stroking into her. Give and take; push and pull motion. The view of fucking her perfect cunt has my pace ramping up in speed. Damn, the cords in my neck are clenched tight.
“You going to take this away from me again baby?” I growl. Don’t ask me where that shit came from, cock conversation. Just like the dick, we both want the damn answer.
“Fuck no. Oh, God.” She cries out. “Uhmmm.”
“Is this my pussy?” I drive harder into her. Yeah, I want that fucking answer too. Even though I already have my confirmation. Validation from her is comforting.
“God yes… Only yours…” Damn right baby.
Her head drops back, and she uses her hips to show me exactly why I want ownership papers on the pussy. She matches my fuck game to a tee. The slaps from our fuck fest are lashing out off the walls around us, angry and aggressive. My grunts are laced with excitement in my craft. Asia was right this is beautiful fucking torture and not near damn enough.
Her tits are bouncing perfection, taunting me. I release my grip on her hands, lean forward and lightly bite her nipples, smooth the scraping over with my tongue. Her fingers file through my hair. My eyes seek her out and she’s watching my every move.
Fisting her hair, I bring her mouth back where it belongs, to me. Turning swiftly, our bodies go down on the mattress without breaking stride. I continue to pound into her while sucking on her pouty lips. Fucking heaven.
“I’m going to cum…” She rasps out. That’s the game plan baby. It won’t be the last time that’s for damn sure.
With those words falling from her lips my long stroke A-game goes into overdrive as her walls squeeze around my dick like a manic motherfucker with a tight grip on a stress ball.
“Oh God… Ryice.”
“Fuck…” I roar out into the room. Then slam into her one last time emptying out my ball shack in relief like I’ve never experienced before. My mouth covers hers swallowing her moans while slowly riding the dick aftershock out. One slow stroke in and out of her at a time.
I’m left with one thought, as soon as those brown sugar eyes materialized back in Monroe County, I was fuck. In every sense of the damn word. This just confirms it. The shit she pulled all those years ago eats away at me
still. Much like the love that I still have for this woman. It’s always with me. Can’t let it go.
I’m a god damn liar just like her though. Even worse, not only did I lie to Asia, but I lied to my own damn self. She owns me. My heart’s been on lockdown in her god damn suitcase since the day she left.
chapter 19 – renegade
Five years ago * hate wars * Code Red
Asia’s body language and words contradict themselves. That bullshit she fed me two months ago hasn’t settled in, I refuse that shit like my bodies fighting a deadly disease. It’s not that I can’t accept rejection, I can. Shit, in all other situation-ships before her, I was the one bolting out of the damn door. But I won’t accept a fucking lie or deception. There’s more going on here. She’s not telling me everything. Whatever it is it’s major.
Sure, she gave me a silent kick to the dick a few months ago. I felt that like the act was a physical occurrence that plays out every single damn day. Center of the ball sack attack, balls-eye. But we can fix this shit if she’d just talk me. Asia loves me and I feel that in my soul.
Every time I see her in the halls, lunchroom or school parking lot in passing those baby browns follow me. It’s almost like they're begging me to see through the smokescreen. Those moments that she believes I’m not in tune with her essences, I am. Those fucking brown sugar eyes are drinking me in.
I pay attention like a preadolescent pimple-faced V-card holding boy attending his first stripper show. Eye’s wide and dick erect ready waiting on the green light. The only difference with me is that I don’t try to hide my want for her. I feel the same as she does, just openly. It’s an unexplainable gravitational pull with us. I feel her. I sense her. I seek her. Hell, I just need her.
Perhaps, Asia simply needed time to collect herself and figure some shit out. Maybe she’s scared of the emotions she has for me, us. What I feel for her frightens me too sometimes but I’m not running. We’re about to graduate next week. It’s stressful times. Decisions need to be made. I get it. Her parents ride her back academically around the clock. It could be that. Or maybe she didn’t want to dump her shit on me right after everything that happened with Rage. Who the fuck knows? What I do know is that communication could resolve all this fuckery.