Thuggz Valentine

Chapter Three

5:26 p.m. 

Ebony sat in the Bentley shivering, and it wasn't just from her wearing a pair of tan boy shorts and a yellow tank top in the middle of winter. Her attachment to Bless had become like a drug, and she felt withdrawal symptoms. Now that he was gone, she could only focus on getting that next fix. Gone.

The word seemed so final, so absolute, and it made her want to die on the spot. Even though he wasn't gone, her meaning of gone meant that he wasn't with her now, where she needed him to be. She felt helpless and alone, like life was slowly draining from her like a balloon. Still, Ebony imagined his tongue between her legs, his dick deep inside her, his hands all over her, caressing her everywhere. He had known. Even when she'd said no, he knew she meant yes. No one but one other man had ever touched her like that. Made her feel so wanted, so desired, so loved. It felt good to have that void filled.

She found her own fingers pushing aside the thin material of her tan, silk boy shorts. Her juices pooled, slicking her hand, and before she knew it, she reclined the front seat, cocked her foot up on the dashboard, and forced two fingers inside her throbbing pussy.

"Ohhh, Bless!" she moaned, imagining her fingers were his. "Open up to me, sweetness. Give it all to me." She heard his voice in her head.  

Ebony spread her legs wider and arched her back, sliding a third finger inside herself. She twisted her digits in and out, back and forth, the whole time seeing Bless in her mind's eye, dicking her down.

Suck on my thumb while you take this dick, she imagined him saying.

Placing her left thumb in her mouth, she grinded her hips into her three-finger stroke.

"Yes, Bless, deeper. Oh fuck yeah! Right-right there," she gasped, totally lost in her own fantasy.

"Fuck! This pussy is so wet. Make it cum for me!" "Y-yes, daddy, yessssssss," Ebony replied, popping her pussy faster and faster, harder and harder, bucking her hips until her pussy exploded with such force it squirted all over the steering wheel and dashboard.

Sexually quenched, her whole body slumped, but when she opened her eyes and cold reality slapped her stunned face, her stomach knotted and she hugged the steering wheel and began to sob.

"Bless," she cried.

It was over. Her mind repeated, "Die . . . Die . . . Die . . ." No.

Something inside her spoke up again. No. It was loud, clear, and denied her access to the weak little girl hidden inside. Bitch, go get your man! Her resolve compelled her, unwilling to take no for an answer.

If we're gonna die, we're gonna die in his arms, the crazed voice vowed, slowly spreading through her veins, filling her with fearlessness, vigor, and I-Don't-Give-A-Fuck energy, as it made its way all through her being.

The tears stopped falling. Ebony sat up, focused. Thinking, But how?

Ebony started the car with no more of a plan than the directions to the hospital. As she drove, she wondered how in the world she was going to get Bless out of police custody without a weapon. Hell, she didn't even have on a pair of shoes! The thought made her burst out laughing hysterically, and the laughter helped her overcome the last of the tension left in her body.

She looked at her own eyes in the rearview mirror, remembering Bless's words. "Your eyes slant just like a cats. I bet there's a panther in there somewhere," he had said while she rode his dick.