so disappointed in me? For bein’ furious, for bein’ concerned? Yeah, well, I’m used to that shit. But you? Yeah, Li, I’m fuckin’ gutted by my disappointment in you. Let’s see how well that sits with you, hmm?”
And then he turned on his booted heel and left.
NOVA
Later, so much later it was flat black outside the window of my apartment and not a thing was stirrin’, not even the racoons, I sat in bed, back to the black headboard, naked but for my boxer briefs, computer on my lap, fingers sweatin’ but unmovin’ on the keys.
Wet Works website was typed into the search bar, the home page showin’ a collection of newly added pornos, the left sidebar the categories available to me, and the right a series of girls one could click on to see them preform a live cam show.
She was there.
Lila.
Listed on the site as Nina Flores, a play on Flower Child.
In the screenshot, she was on her knees on a white bed, thighs spread just enough to show a sliver of lace, lavender panties at her sex, the same material strugglin’ to cover the twin swells of her caramel breasts. Her hair, the entire thick mass of it, was in disarray, as if she or someone else had been runnin’ their hands through it.
Agony burned through me as I stared and fuckin’ stared at that thumbnail.
It was too complex a pain to detangle.
I was fucked up over it, disgusted by the risk she’d taken, shamed by the desire I felt like banked fire in my groin, concerned people would find out she’d done this and that they’d humiliate her for it, terrified the Ventura’s would catch on to her charade and end her.
That, the last part, was keepin’ me up at night.
Couldn’t sleep more than an hour, and I was sufferin’ for it. The skin under my eyes was so damn bruised with fatigue, it ached, and my body moved slow, so slow I couldn’t put up any kinda decent fight against Wrath in the ring or lift any heft in the gym with Bat.
I was driven useless by this.
By her.
By my Li girl bein’ so stupid, so damn dumb.
So fuckin’ courageous and lovin’, so ready to martyr her damn self for others it was as gorgeous as it was horrifyin’.
And there I was for the last hour, starin’ at her half-naked on a goddamn porno site.
I tipped my head back and groaned, knowin’ it was only a matter of time before I gave in.
A minute later, I clicked on Nina Flores.
Immediately, the only video came up, a small counter showin’ over 2,000 views in the first three days of it bein’ live.
No surprise there.
Lila was a stunner and braced like she was on the bed, her full, dusky mouth parted, tongue peekin’ between those lips like a promise, I had no trouble understandin’ why it was so popular.
It woulda been easy to tell myself I was watchin’ ’cause I was concerned, ’cause I needed to know exactly what she’d gotten herself into it.
But I didn’t.
I could be honest about it if I was gonna fuckin’ do it.
I was watchin’ Lila ’cause I wanted to.
No, more than that.
I wanted her.
And seein’ her like that, movin’ sensuously like a ribbon twistin’ in the breeze, curlin’ and undulatin’ so all us motherfuckers could watch as she rubbed between her legs over the lace, cupped her breasts and thumbed her nipples that were taffy brown through the sheer material, I groaned again.
This time a sound of defeat.
My hand moved without my conscious promptin’ it to the thick swell of my hard cock through the cotton, squeezin’ hard.
Lila moved so that her ripe, peachy ass was in the air, wavin’ at the camera like red before a bull. Hot hair puffed through my nose as I went animal, turned on so much I could only think of chasin’ her down, pinnin’ that sweet body to the matteress, buryin’ my face in that thick ass, then in what I was sure would be the sweetest pussy known to man.
My hand actually fuckin’ shook as I pulled down my boxer briefs enough to tug out my cock, so hard it throbbed an angry, purplish red, the plum head the same ripe colour as the fruit and just as full. I drew my thumb over the precum poolin’ in the slit and used it to lube my palm so I could stroke off.
Stroke off as I watched my Flower Child pet her pussy through