Chris Brown & August Alsina Imagines

Dont Speak

Only so much can keep a woman warm.

Chris was beyond mortified. Words and actions couldn't express the sweltering rage pulsing through his veins; coloring his café au lait cheeks a dark coral and darkening his bronze irises of beauty to vindictive black. He ogled the love of his life, the woman who promised to never hurt and disobey him, rhythmically riding a lengthy man in the comfort of their sheets. He shouldn't admire the horrific scene of his woman receiving pleasure from another man, but he couldn't help but idolize the way her curvaceous coffee hips deliciously anchored the man's shaft, causing her neck to rise back in bliss.

He worshipped her backside, drunk in the way her fingers clenched the sheets underneath the man, the shimmering bijou catching her auburn hair in a messy bun; she never dare wore that when he fucked her. The fierce jealousy and humiliation sprawled across his deceased soul, hoping its vengeful touch could bring him back to life. The roaring anger smoothened and as the man clenched her hips, tenderly switching to scissoring her divine opening, he became numb. His entire body halted, admired, treasured and drunk in the woman that he once loved committing a disgusting sin.

Chris knew that his numb worshipping went on for too long when he found them in missionary, her legs wrapped around his lengthy neck, petite fingers gripping the flexing muscle of his ass. Chris could taste the boisterous moans and pleads she must've been releasing, sensed the urge of lechery crawling through her veins as her clenching cunt welcomed a new cock into her sanctuary. He no longer felt numb after realizing that horrific picture. His pussy, the one he owned and admired with his slithery tongue, lengthy fingers and monstrous cock was being walloped by this stranger. The fury exploded in his lofty size and his fingers shook in envy, ending his sinful worshipping and marching towards the front door.

Fuck the keys.

Stepping backwards, he built tremendous vigor and adrenaline, kicking the front door of their home down, mentally impressed that with one kick, the wood cracked and gave him access. His ears trembled when he heard her strangled cry of pleasure followed behind a horrific screech. Like scampering rats, she pushed the man from inside her, shielding her voluptuous Godiva nipples from Chris, coffee cheeks flushed embarrassed and shocked rouge. Never had he seen her eyes so round and petrified in fear. The man stumbled to his feet, scurrying for his clothes and tried running past Chris, but he sent a vigorous blow to his throat, which knocked him to the floor. He sneered when the man never moved, motionless and soulless on the carpet. Marching towards her, her babyish voice mumbled and whimpered apologies of forgiveness, moaning the usual:

Baby, this isn't what you think! I can explain.

Chris didn't care for explanation and prepared himself for what he wanted to do. Gripping her throat, he yanked the emerald bijou wrapping her hair, adoring the flinch of ache pampering her face. He clenched the bijou, hardly staring at his palm for a minute before chucking the hair ornament onto the floor.

"You don't deserve to where that shit," Chris muttered, feeling his throat dry and tighten in fury.

Her auburn locks fell over her round russet face and Chris sighed. This beauty of a woman, this soulless, idiotic work of a woman is who he fell in love with. She thought that with that bullshittin' overused line that every cheater caught in the act was going to work on him and that angered Chris even more. Tangling his fingers into her auburn locks, he pulled her head back, her delicious neck in view and nibbled till whimpers of agonizing pleasure rose from her plump lips. He could feel the tremendous tremors appearing on her skin and nibbled harder, turned off that this first step into his torturous act was pleasing to her. Pushing her into the sheets, her fingers reached for Chris' back, clawing and smacking as hard as she could. Chris suffocated her nude build with his lengthy body, roughly driving his teeth into her neck as he circled his flexed hips against her used cunt. With each tremor, he increased the pain of the act, mentally smirking when a painful scream burst from her lips.