Twisted War

by Danielle James

  “You taste good.” I told her while I rolled her stiff nipple in between my fingers. I stroked my dick a few times before rubbing it up and down her slit. Camilla arched her back completely off the bed and made a noise as if she were possessed by a demon. I was pushing her so close to her breaking point I just wanted to see if she would actually break.

  I tapped my cock against her wet cunt and she started to moan again. “Alexander please!” She panted. “Please, fuck me. I’ll do whatever you want me to, I’ll say whatever you want me to but oh my god…this is torture.” I smiled at her and shook my head. Camilla White was going to learn to wait and let someone else control shit. I pushed against her opening and she sighed happily. When I pulled dick away again she broke. Finally. I heard it first, the frustration and the growl then came the sobs. She was crying.

  “Is this some kind of fucked up game?” She asked from beneath me. “This isn’t fair.” More tears and pouting. She was very convincing, I wanted to fuck her right then but I waited for what I knew was coming; her last grasp at control. “Untie me now.” She said through clenched teeth. I smiled inwardly and untied her arms and legs. She sat upright and rubbed her wrists as she glared at me. “You think this shit is hilarious don’t you?” She snapped. She fussed and fussed as she moved around the bedroom picking her clothes up. She never noticed that I was still hard as a fucking rock because she felt in control.

  “You want me to leave?” I asked knowingly.

  “No.” She huffed as I thought she would. She cut the lights on and I stood up. My eyes watched as she reached down to pick up her panties. As soon as she did, I grabbed her hips and pulled her into me. My dick pressed against her still wet lips.

  “No? You don’t want me to leave?” I asked gruffly.

  “No!” She cried out. “But I’m tired of the teasing.” She turned around to face me; her eyes were a mix of anger and passion.

  “I’ll fuck you on my terms,” I explained. I pushed her backwards on the bed and moved quickly on top of her. “I’ll fuck you when you get so mad that you beg for it.” I pushed her legs open with my knee and she started crying again. “You still think you run shit?” I asked. My dick was pressed against her opening once more and her bottom lip was quivering.

  “No,” she whispered. Her hips started to instinctively buck against my erection. I looked down at her begging with her body.

  “You still want me to fuck you. Look how wet this pussy is.” I slipped two fingers inside of her and she groaned.

  “Alexander if you don’t fuck me, I’m putting you out.” She growled angrily at me. I swallowed my laughter. She was grasping at straws. I put my hand around her throat and watched her eyes go wide.

  “You’re gonna put me out?” I asked harshly. She shook her head. Without warning I dug into her tight cunt with my dick and she started crying. I wasn’t sure if they were tears of joy or relief. I didn’t care either because she felt like the best goddamn high in the world.

  “Oh my god! Alexander!” She shouted.

  “Tell me how you were gonna put me out, Camilla?” I asked as I thrust inside of her. She shook her head as tears spilled onto the pillow.

  “I’m not…I wasn’t. I’m sorry. Oh my fucking god!” Her legs locked around me and I drilled deeper inside of her until her eyes rolled back. She opened her mouth but nothing came out, only muted squeaks. More tears spilled down her cheeks even though her eyes were closed at the time. I felt her nails clawing at my back but I didn’t care. To me it meant I was doing my damn job.

  I never thought I’d fuck someone into silence, especially someone like Camilla with so much fucking mouth. All she could do was gasp and whimper though. I pushed her legs up until her toes grazed the headboard and I held on to it while I buried my cock deep inside of her. She pushed back against me but I had her pinned to the bed. I was glad she didn’t live in a condo or town house because the headboard was thumping against the wall at a furious pace.

  When I pulled out of her pussy she gasped like she’d been brought back to life and shook her head urgently. “Please put it back in,” she begged. “Alexander, please.” I shut her up again by putting my lips on her erect clit and sucking. She was stunned silent as she fell back on the pillows and shut her eyes. I rubbed my tongue back and forth over the surface of her tender pearl and she thrashed around fucking my mouth back with her movements. I felt a trickle start to leak and I knew she was a squirter in that instance. I slid my dick back inside of her and she whined. I knew I cut her orgasm short, but I wasn’t ready for her to be done just yet.

  “Why are you fucking me so good?” She cried out.

  “Is it good Camilla?” I asked.

  “Uh huh...” She whimpered through parted lips.

  “Are you ready to cum for me?” I asked. Her walls were squeezing my dick between them and I was finally ready to cum.

  “Yes!”

  “I want you to squirt for me,” I told her. I wasn’t sure if I’d be met with resistance but at that point I was so deep inside of her head and her pussy that a fucking jet stream shot out on to me at a mere request. She clenched and relaxed over and over while her body shook and trembled. “Shit, I’m getting ready to cum too.” I groaned, pulling out of her. “Tell me where you want me to cum, Camilla.” I instructed as I stroked my sensitive dick. “Make it nasty.” I panted. She knelt up and bit her bottom lip seductively. Her green eyes danced with sex.

  “Cum all over my face please,” she begged. I’d turned her into my own fucking porn star. I exploded all over her beautiful face and she started to shake again from another orgasm. Once I’d drained every drop onto her, she started sucking my dick, making sure she caught all of it.

  “You’re such a fucking good girl.” I groaned as I lay back on the bed. I caught my breath for a minute before handing her a warm cloth to clean her face, though she seemed quite proud of her badge of honor. Right after her face was clean, She laid down beside me and without any words she fell into a deep sleep complete with snoring.

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  Chapter Twenty-Three

  Xavier

  I took the elevator to my new apartment when I got the keys. The realtor seemed concerned that I wasn’t happy. She was young and cute with almond shaped eyes that twinkled when she spoke about light fixtures and shit I didn’t care about. The only thing on my mind was that I had to get a fucking apartment because I was put out of my own house, away from my daughter and the love of my life.

  “Mr. Sanders?” Olivia, my realtor snapped her fingers in front of my face and I blinked several times and then focused on the open and empty space I was standing in. It was huge and had a gorgeous view of the beach but I couldn’t make myself care. “Do you like it? The hardwood was just refinished last week.” She beamed and tapped her toe on the glossy floor.

  “It’s nice Olivia. Thank you,” I smiled.

  “You and those dimples. I bet you’re not gonna have a shortage of girlfriends through here.” She ran a hand through her long, wavy hair and batted her lashes at me. In five minutes I could have her bent over my new granite countertops screaming my name. I could have her wave my fees and beg me to put a baby in her, but all I wanted was Camilla and Chloe. I didn’t want any of the easy pussy anymore.

  “Nah, no girlfriends for me. I have a daughter and I’m trying to get back in good with her mother.” I explained as I looked at the vaulted ceilings. Olivia’s face melted into a sympathetic frown. Her brown eyes looked sad but it was a mask. Something about a man going through relationship troubles turns sneaky women on. They get excited at the prospect of luring a man away from who he wants. It’s happened to me so many times at this point I can see it coming a mile away.

  “I hope things work out.” She said rubbing my shoulder. “If you ever wanna hang out or cry on my shoulder just let me know.” Her phony sadness turned into a smile in five seconds flat.

  We walked into the kitchen and she ran her fingertips over the countertop. “These are only two yea
rs old.” She remarked. “I think I told you that already.” She hopped up on to the counter and crossed her legs. I sighed and shook my head.

  “Why are you up there?” I asked.

  “Showing you how amazing these counters are.” Her laughter was throaty and full of fucking desire. I nodded and put my hand on her thigh. I was trying but I can’t say I didn’t miss the way pussy felt. Olivia bit her bottom lip and looked down at my hand as it inched up her leg.

  “Look, Olivia I appreciate the offer but I’m trying to change.” I sucked in a breath. “If you would’ve caught me earlier in the month I would have fucked the shit out of you.” I moved closer to her and she touched the side of my face.

  “So what’s different?” She asked me.

  “I told you. I’m trying to get my girl back. I don’t have time for shit like this.” I moved my hand and stepped away. Olivia continued to stare at me as if she were trying to place my face. I was used to it by now. She finally snapped her fingers and smiled, pulling out her phone.

  “You’re Pastor Bae! Oh my god, I knew you looked familiar. You’re freakin’ viral online right now.” She giggled and passed me her phone. I saw myself giving Sunday sermon at New Grace a few weeks back. Under the video was the hash tag Pastor Bae with tons of heart-eyed emojis. I sighed and handed her the phone.

  To say I was annoyed would be an understatement. I was getting ready to have pussy thrown at me from all angles, even more so than usual. I needed to find assistant pastors as soon as humanly possible so I could lay low until all the Pastor Bae shit died down. It certainly explained why teenage girls had been giggling at me whenever I was out in public.

  “You’re finer in person,” Olivia said with a cute smile.

  “Thank you beautiful.” I winked at her out of habit and I nearly kicked myself. Why the fuck couldn’t I just turn off the charm? She giggled and hopped down from the counter.

  “Look, I promise I’m not a whore or anything but I won’t say anything if we just have a little quickie.” My dick reacted to her words but I forced it into submission with memories of what home sounded like before I got put out.

  “No,” I said shaking my head. I was just closing out the third week of celibacy and I wanted to keep it that way. If I could control myself around Camilla at work and whenever I picked up Chloe, then I could contain myself around a goddamn realtor. “I’m flattered but I just wanna finish signing papers so this can be over with.” Olivia looked defeated but she nodded, remembering that she was only there for her job. She laid the remainder of my paperwork on the counter top and handed me a pen.

  “Mr. Sanders you’re the proud renter of the penthouse apartment!” She clapped her hands together and hugged me a little longer than necessary once I was done signing.

  Olivia might have been over the moon about me signing my life away but for me it made everything more permanent. It made me feel like I’d finally fucked shit up beyond repair with Camilla and I. It made me sick to my stomach.

  When I was alone again, I called Camilla at work just to hear her voice. “Hey, you okay?” She asked quickly.

  “Yeah babe, I’m fine,” I chuckled. “I just wanted to hear your voice.”

  “Oh. Aww, that’s sweet Xavier,” She cooed. “How’s it going with your apartment? Are you gonna stay in the building by the beach?”

  “Yup just signed everything.” I paused and tapped my finger on the counter. “So, can you and Chloe come see it? It’s empty now but give me a few days. When she said they’d come see my new place I was beyond excited. I gave her the address then I started picking out furniture that I thought would pass the Camilla test. Slowly, I moved my things from the hotel in.

  Each time I hung something in my closet it was a little gut punch. How the fuck did I end up here? It wasn’t my intention. Shirts, suits and slacks lined my walk in closet after a couple days and it felt strange. Like I was wearing something too big for me and I had to keep adjusting it. I never realized how much Camilla had become a part of me.

  My mind zoned completely out as I drove to New Grace. All I could see was Camilla and me. The first time we fucked in my car back at Trinity, and watching her during times when I should have been teaching. I could hear her voice tell me she loved me for the first time. I could smell her fruity scent and feel how soft her skin was. I brought my eyes to the rear view mirror and spotted Chloe’s empty car seat in the back and I felt a thick lump rise in my throat. I saw Camilla’s round belly when she was pregnant, and the first time Chloe opened her eyes and I smiled at her. She had the prettiest eyes I’d ever seen. They were so innocent and pure. I missed my little family so fucking much.

  I don’t remember pulling into my spot at New Grace, nor do I remember walking through the doors, but I do remember when I saw her. Camilla was holding on to Chloe and laughing with Laurel, who I didn’t expect to see but I smiled at both of them. Laurel ran over when she spotted me and wrapped me up in a hug. I kissed her cheek and looked her over. She was filling out, no more skinny Laurel. I indulged in her curves for a moment then brought my eyes to hers.

  “Laurel, what are you doing in town?” I smiled.

  “You really think I was gonna not show up for my God Daughter’s first birthday?” She frowned at me. She looked over her shoulder and waved at Chloe and I stole a peek at her ass. What the fuck had she been eating in Texas? Jesus. I looked at Camilla and then back at Laurel and wished that another threesome could go down. Whenever I saw those two together my mind went in that direction because they both looked so fucking sexy. I tore my mind away from thoughts of sex so I could pick my daughter up.

  I planned to get her for the entire day so I could take her for a private DNA test. I needed to ease my mind once and for all. Camilla walked over to me smelling like summer flowers and I wanted to kiss her so damn bad. She placed a hand on my shoulder and just stared at me. I wondered if she was missing me too. “Can I talk to you in your office?” She asked me quietly.

  “Yeah, everything okay?” I asked as I handed Chloe to Laurel.

  “Yeah, everything is fine.” We walked down the hall and I opened the door to my office. As soon as the door closed good, Camilla hugged me. I was stunned for a moment; I just stood there not knowing what to do. Once my arms gained their memory back, I hugged her.

  “Camilla, are you sure everything is okay?” I asked again. She nodded and pulled back.

  “I miss you.” She admitted coyly. “I’m not saying we’re getting back together but I miss you. I’m kinda messing around with someone else,” She told me. Surprisingly it wasn’t a gut punch like I thought it would be. I know how she operates and she wouldn’t be satisfied with one dick. Well, she made the sacrifice for me but I screwed that shit up. “And he’s…” Her eyes went all dreamy and then came the gut punch. “Amazing. But I still miss you.” She delivered pain but she also provided the salve, and that’s the shit that drove me crazy.

  “We’re in love, what did you think was going to happen when you put me out?” I raised an eyebrow at her and she sighed with frustration.

  “I don’t know. I thought with plenty of good sex, I’d forget.”

  “You can’t forget,” I grumbled. “It’s not that easy.” I walked over to her and held her hand.

  “It’s hard. I guess I should talk about it today.” She sort of said to herself.

  “Talk about it to who?” I frowned.

  “Oh, Alexander.” She beamed with a beautiful smile that made her eyes twinkle. My gut reacted to her expression before my mind did. I let her hand go and studied her face.

  “Today is Saturday. You don’t see him till Monday, right? Monday’s and Thursday’s?”

  “Oh, yeah I mean we hang out.” She was beaming again and she wasn’t even looking at me. I sighed and rubbed my forehead. I already saw what the hell was going on and I didn’t like it.

  “Seriously Camilla?” I snapped. “You could have fucked anybody but your doctor?” I tossed my hand in the air and she looke
d at me like I was psychic. I wasn’t psychic though, I just knew my girl inside and out. I knew what made her eyes twinkle like that. I used to make them twinkle right after I’d fucked her to sleep, which meant that Dr. Epps had his dick deep in her recently. “You know Manny is gonna be livid. He set you up with this doctor. Besides isn’t he married?” It didn’t really matter if a man was married or not with her though.

  “No, he’s not married. Emmanuel made him wear a fucking wedding ring so nothing would happen between us. Like he thinks I’m just gonna jump on the first fine man put in front of me.”

  “Didn’t you just prove him right?” I stared at her and shook my head.

  “No! It’s different. Look, don’t tell him okay? He told me he doesn’t do brother hopping and if he finds out…” My ears burned as she spoke. Did she just say brother? I put my hand on her chest and shook my head more. I needed to stop her from talking for a minute.

  “Camilla, what the fuck did you just say?” I asked through clenched teeth. I felt my anger rising to the surface of my skin making me warm. “Is Alexander, Emmanuel’s brother?” She was giving me those green puppy dog eyes and I knew that was a yes. Camilla managed to fuck Emmanuel’s goddamn brother. “Well, I hope you had fun with him because he’s a dead man as soon as Manny finds out and I’m guessing if I could see it this damn easy then he will too.” I paced the floor and then stopped to look at her.

  “Xavier, Emmanuel isn’t going to find out,” she told me sternly. “Plus he’s too busy with my dad’s stuff. Did you hear about the new evidence that came to light?” I did remember hearing about new evidence in Dana’s case but it was overshadowed by Jada’s murder in my mind.

  “Yeah, what does it mean for Trev?” I asked curiously.

  “It means he could get more than just paroled.” She said happily.