Beautiful Fiend: Chapter 38

After grabbing her stuff in a hurry, trying to avoid anyone wanting to see her, Billie and I ran back to my car, holding each other’s hand in the rain as we sped across the parking lot.

She asked me to drive her to her house so she could shower, and we could hide in her room before anyone came back.

She went through the front door and told me to go to the back because Aisha would be back from her evening walk.

“Sorry,” Billie whispers as she opens her window. “Aisha hates violence so she never comes to my fights. She’s in the kitchen right now.”

I climb through her window and look around. “I am never going to reach your room through the front door, am I?”

“Not in this lifetime, no,” she laughs. “I’m gonna have a shower. Stay here.” A low growl grabs our attention, and I take a step back as Murder takes a dangerous one toward me.

“Did you not teach her yet that she must love me?”

“Murder!” Billie whistles and taps on the bed. “Come here, girl. You know Caden.” She rubs her back and behind her ears, as the dog starts lying down. “He’s very mean, but we like him anyway.”

“Well, that’s simply not helping,” I deadpan as I cross my arms.

She goes to leave, but I stop her. “Wait.”

She walks back to me. Probably because she hears the lack of confidence in my voice. “Are you okay?”

I nod. “Can I…” I grab one of her braids. “Can I undo your hair?”

She smiles softly at me and touches my cheek, caressing my face. “Yeah, of course.” She grabs a chair where a lot of her clothes are piled up and sits down on it, her back to me.

I take the elastic off the first braid and take my time undoing it, relishing in the way her thick, light-brown hair untangles as I comb my fingers through it.

“I want to do them for your next match,” I whisper before I can stop it. I undo the other one, and my fingertips tingle from the softness of her locks.

“You know how to do French braids?” she asks, surprised.

“Yeah. I do them on my nieces sometimes.”

“That’s so cute. Yeah, you can do mine next time.”

Even when I’m done, I fist the strands gently without pulling just to feel them in the palm of my hand. I grab her brush on her bedside table and run it through her hair, making sure to start at the ends and find my way back all the way to her roots the more I untangle. It’s so thick and strong.

“I love your hair,” I breathe out.

“I know,” she lets out on a soft breath. “I noticed. Why do you like it so much?” she questions softly.

I shrug. “It’s so pretty and…I don’t know.” I’m surprised at the lightness in my chest when I approach a subject I usually wouldn’t. “I just…when I was a kid and was too out of control, my mom would sit Kay on a chair and put a brush in my hand. ‘Brush your sister’s hair. If you don’t calm down, you’re going to hurt her. Is that what you want?’” I stop brushing, looking at the simple object in my hand. “I was already so violent as a child, but everything would disappear when she put me behind my sister and told me to brush.” My thumb comes to play with the soft spikes of Billie’s hairbrush. “And I’d feel in control of my own emotions because I knew I didn’t want to hurt Kay.”

I put the brush to the side and roll my head to ease the tension in my shoulders. “It’s so dumb.” I smile sadly. “It’s just the only memory I have with my mom where she doesn’t hate us or is being beaten up.”

Billie stands up and rounds the chair. She wraps her arms around my waist and cranes her neck to look into my eyes, but my gaze darts to the side focusing on the window behind her. “That’s not dumb at all, Caden. I think it’s beautiful.”

She puts two flat hands on my cheeks and draws me back to her, pulling down so I’m locking my gaze with her. “Hey,” she smiles. “It’s okay to talk about her. Even if it’s the bad memories. Whatever you need to get off your chest, I’ll always listen.”

I nod and feel my lips break into a grin. The happy kind that softens my features and that no one ever sees except Billie. “I’m gonna wash your hair.” I nod to myself, glad to have come up with an amazing idea.

“If we get caught on our way to the bathroom, it’s your problem.”

“I take full responsibility,” I titter as I grab her hand and nudge her to lead the way.

I’m good in the shower and stick to washing her hair and body without turning her on. As soon as we’re back to the bedroom and she closes her door, I grab her hips and drag her to the bed with me. I fall on my back, and she straddles me.

She throws her towel to the floor and unwraps the one around my waist. She’s about to press her pussy to the tip of my hard cock, but I stop her.

“Sit on my face.”

“What?” she chokes out, retreating slightly. “No.”

I grab her waist tightly and start moving her toward my head. “Don’t be shy. I’ve eaten your pussy before.”

“Yeah, but not like that. That’s…what if you can’t breathe?”

“Then I’ll die a happy man.” I grin as I drag her closer again.

“Caden, that’s not funny. I’m not sitting on your face. I’ll suffocate you.”

“Baby, that’s the whole fucking point. Now stop fighting me, or we’ll go back to me forcing you to do things. I’m happy either way.”

Not even listening to her next answer, I shift her until her pussy is right above my face. “Let go,” I growl, feeling tightness in her thighs so she can hover just above my mouth. “Fucking sit.”

I pull harshly until she falls on my face and straighten my tongue to push into her tight hole. She breathes out sharply, her hands going to the wall by my head. I bring her tighter against my mouth and lick at her until her muscles turn into jelly, and she can’t hold herself anymore. She’s forced to let go completely, and her full weight presses on top of me.

I devour her, and she screams like never before. She rides my face without a care in the world, and I give her everything she needs.

When she explodes on me and I taste her climax on my tongue, I moan against her. I feel her as she shivers above me. Grabbing her hips, I move her down to my dick and impale her in one move.

“Fuck!” she pants. “Be c-careful…you’re big.”

Instead of letting her ride me, I hold her in place and thrust up violently. Her mouth slackens, and her head falls back.

I play with her tits as I ease my movements and she curves her back, pushing her chest into my hands. She starts moving herself the moment I’m too slow to her liking. Riding me like a goddess, I watch her taut stomach and abs, then go lower to where her pussy meets my dick.

“Fucking hell,” I groan. “You’re so beautiful, baby. You take me so fucking well.”

I sit up, bringing her closer to me and wrap her long hair around my fist. It’s still dripping from the shower. I pull until she cranes her neck to look up at me. “I love you, little bee,” I murmur as our rhythm gradually fades. Instead of thrusting in and out, I’m deep inside her while she rolls her hips.

“I love you too,” she pants, her eyes fluttering open.

“You’re getting out of here, baby.” I smile softly. “The world is ours.”

“The world is ours,” she repeats. Her cheeks are flushed, her eyes shining. I can feel her pussy so tight around my cock, her small breasts against my hard chest.

I press my lips to hers, and her mouth opens as she comes from riding me. My hips thrust up, elongating her orgasm as I find my own release.

We pull away from each other, her body rolling off as I grab the towel she discarded and put it between her legs.

“Thanks,” she breathes out. She rolls onto her side, watching me intently.

“Our future starts now,” she smiles.

Butterflies explode in my stomach, flying to my chest and lifting my soul.

I have never felt so free.