Chapter 97
He kept doing it, literally catapulting her puxxy face till her body got accustomed to it, and her puxxy leaked hot tears down her laps.
"Show me how utterly wet you are, dip your fingers between your legs and let me see" he ordered.
"War—"
"Now" he cut her off, bunching her blonde threads in his palm.
Their eyes levelled again.
Slowly, her hand rode down her mid thigh, and the wall got colder on her back as their eyes traded darkness again.
The bathroom air went from cold to hot, and she could feel the sinfulness as she brought her fingers out of her thigh.
It's soaked—madly so.
"To your mouth" the next order came, and she obediently took the soaked fingers into her mouth, licking gently while still looking at him.
His eyes cinched, and his grip on her hair tightened.
He brought his own hand down between her soaked thighs.
With a rough pull, he tore off her g-strings, and the ropy materiel fell on the bathroom ground.
"Anyone in?" A voice came outside as someone knocked, and that was when Warren choose to insert one finger into her warmth.
Her puxxy strangled that finger, lubricating it with juices as she's so fuçking tight.
"Mmmmm...ahhh!" she moaned, her face squeezing hard.
Another finger went in, making two as her feet left the ground, the digits going rigidly deep into her.
She grabbed his shoulders, so firm that her nails wounded him despite his clothes.
"F..fûck.... it's too much...fûck!!!!" Her puxxy stretched out.
"Too much?" He muttered, staying still.
"Perfect" he added and began pummelling the fingers in and out of her, fast like a made bastard.
"Ohhhh!!!!"
"I'm about to open the door!" The person outside shouted, and Warren's fingers rode faster, fuckin her brains out to the wet floor.
He pinched her clîtoris between his fingers, and she nearly crumbled, her cries turned sore as her voice hooked in her throat.
"Fûck...I can't... I ...
"There. Cry. Bleed. Make it fuckin pretty, moth" Warren groaned wolfishly into her ear.
She's sweating, shaking, and heaving as she struggled to balance on his evil fingers.
"Mmmm...oh gawd! Yes!" She cried, attaching her lips to his own neck and biting, hard.
The sound from the door person by the door is the least of her problems.
The presence only made the damn puxxy wetter.
She's beginning to love it, and the sweeter it got, the harder she bit him, moaning to his neck as the sinful sounds filled the bathroom with the contagious scent of her pre-0rgasm.
And Warren? He's enjoying the mess she's creating on his fingers.
The hottest, slickest, sickest mess ever.
But the thing he's enjoying more? Is the fact that the person behind that door, is...
"Please more...I don't want you to stop." Ixora moaned an horny verse, and Warren smirked like Warren.
Oh, moth... you fuckin asked for it.
As for the motherfûcker by the door? Listen and listen good, to her soundtrack.
....
Birthday wishes are meant to be delivered with deep smiles, unbridled happiness, and cracking fireworks, but this was delivered in utter sadness, accompanied with brimming hot tears.
After she said those words, Warren stilled, watching her with those Greek god-ish eyes as her tears continued pouring into her phone screen.
"You might not have been celebrating the last three ones in happiness, but I hope you make this one exceptional. Happy birthday, flame" she wiped the tears again, bringing the phone screen closer to her red face.
His eyes are still the way there were—hooded and dark.
The burning fire in his room is not as bright as before, it's starting to go out.
"Say something" she muttered, the night breeze blowing her hair as she continued staying by the window.
"Your tears, they're so fuckin beautiful" he finally uttered, and she sniffled.
"You're the first to send me wishes, you should do this yearly, onwards" he continued, lowering his hoodie from his head.
"That's if I'll still be alive to do it. You'll kill me once you get your memories back anyways" she muttered.
"Talk about death one more time, and you'll have to choke on my c0ck till you bleed...I'll use the blood as lube, sounds great?" He said, and despite the filthiness of the statement, her cheeks heated, and he smirked.
"You want that, don't you, moth?" He said.
"I never said that" she muttered, smiling with a lip bite.
Seeing the smile, Warren loosened up a bit, his smirk turning to a grin deeper than deep.
"Can we meet at the abandoned church tomorrow? I'd love to give you your birthday gift there" she said.
"I hate birthday gifts" he sharply replied.
"Oh..." She sounded, sucking her bottom lip.
"But I'll make an exception and take yours, what church are you talking about?" He asked.
"It's an abandoned church. You took me there when you were still with your memo—
"Chapel Of Silence?" He interrupted.
"Yeah, how did you know?" She blinked.
"It's the only abandoned church I've known since I was young" he replied.
"You'll come?" She gently asked.
"I look forward to what you have to give, and you might wanna make it excessively sèxy" he said.
"I know, set your expectations high" she replied, and the burning fire finally lost it's glow.
"Goodnight, flame" she said.
"Hope your dreams is infested with pictures of my majestic c0ck, moth" he replied, and she cackled as the call ended, but then she saw Falsus, and she gasped.
The bird is on the window sill, looking up at her with those evil eyes.
"Did he send you? How did he know my dad's house?" Ixora muttered, and the bird flew up, hovering in front of her.
She stretched her palm forward, and it flew on it, then she took it to bed, laying down and allowing it to perch on her chest.
She picked her phone and began searching for "suggestible birthday gifts for a dark-hearted guy"
When she found her choice, she ordered two and slept of at past 1am.
Falsus flew away, and Nadine covered her with the sheets before wrapping her arms around her in a big cuddle.