The Diary of Bink Cummings: Vol 3 (MC Chronicles #3) (26 page)

A little while later after I’ve exhausted my efforts of sitting on Big and trying to talk to him, feeling like I’m speaking to someone in a coma. I climb off and rest next to him in the bed, my leg hitched over his, hand on his stomach. His eyes remain open, cast downward, body still, breathing even.

A knock sounds at the door. Before I can answer, the door creeps open, and Gunz peeks his head in. “You done talkin’, finally?”

Finally?

I lift my head from the bed, looking over Big’s body at Gunz. He steps into the room, shutting the door behind him and rests his back against it, ankles crossed.

“What do you mean
finally
?” I grumble.

“I’ve been out there waiting for you to stop tryin’ to get him to snap out of it for the past hour.”

“I was talking to him for
that
long?” I emphasize, my eyes widening at the length.

“Yup,” Gunz divulges, “I was waiting for you to tell him how you did the dishes and laundry and how much you hated to use bleach.”

“Hey,” I scold. “I
do
hate using bleach.”

Gunz chuckles gruffly, shaking his head, amused. “I know that, Baby Doll. But you kinda talked ‘bout everything else that wasn’t important. Surprised his ears didn’t fall off.”

I snort at his sarcasm and roll my eyes.

It’s true though. I tried to keep it light, didn’t want to bring more drama into the fold. So I told him stupid things like my cookie recipe and how many pounds of hamburger I put in my chili. I couldn’t think of much else besides food stuff so that’s what I stuck to. That and how much I missed him and wished he’d come back. Lame, I know, but that’s all I’ve got. I’m not very cultured outside of club life. I know cars and bikes, but I figured he already knows all that stuff so I didn’t need to retell him. So I went to things he knows nothing about, like cooking. He’s a terrible and happily inexperienced cook. Told me many times over the years that women were made for cookin’ and he was made for eatin’. Guess that’s a better explanation than saying he was just too lazy and disinterested to ever learn. Trust me I’ve tried.

“What’s up?” I change the subject.

“Just checkin’ in on you two,” he jerks his chin our way and pulls a sucker from his cut. He pops it in his mouth.

“We’re good. I think he needs to get some rest, and maybe he’ll be alright tomorrow.” As I’m saying this, all I’m doing is hoping. I know this might not be a reality. But hope’s all I have at this point. I’m exhausted and tired of all the drama and crazy emotions that come along with it. I would love to have just one normal day. As the saying goes, when it rains it pours. And it’s a monsoon up in this bitch.

Gunz strides to the bed and leans over Big’s prone body to place a kiss upon my forehead, “I sure hope you’re right.”

“Me too,” I mutter.

He kisses between my brows again, and I relax more into the bed against Big’s warm body, right where I belong. “I’ll see ya in the mornin’. White Boy will be outside your room tonight.”

“Sounds good,” I reply tiredly and stifle a yawn, as my eyes become heavy.

Gunz pulls away and goes to the door. “Be good,” he states before flipping off the light switch and quietly shutting the door in his wake.

Snuggling down into bed, my body wrapped around Big, I kiss his chest and whisper, “Get some rest, baby. We’ll figure all this shit out tomorrow.” The urge to finish that sentence with I love you claws at my insides, but I hold it in. I hate to do it. You can’t tell a man that you love him for the first time when he’s not even in his right mind. Guess it’ll just have to wait.

Time to catch some shuteye. After the damn day I’ve had, I could use a good night’s rest.

Until we meet again….

Peace….

Tuesday, April 22, 2014

“Oh my fucking God, Richard Darcy, what are you doing?!” I screech at the top of my lungs, tears streaming down my face. Why… why… is he doing this to me? My heart is breaking. God it hurts. My fucking heart is ripping from my chest! How could he do this, to us, to our daughter?

“If you don’t wanna watch, then get your ass outta here. I’m not makin’ ya stand there.” Big shoos a hand in my direction, giving me the cold shoulder, as his fist wraps around a curvy brunette’s hair from behind.

“Why would you do this?!” I shrill, wide-eyed as my hands begin to tremble at my sides.

Why would Big do this? Why does he have this nasty whore bent over the bar? Why are her fat tits smashed upon bar top? And why… oh… my…fuck…why, does he have her denim miniskirt pooled around her waist as he fucks her pussy from behind?

Grunting as he pumps into her pussy, he ignores me and hammers into her hard. So hard that the slapping sounds echo in the common room, and the brunette moans in raw ecstasy with each deep thrust.

“Give it to me,” she purrs, and he obeys by winding her long hair tighter around his fist, yanking it back. Her chest lifts off the bar top as her back sharply arches, and his other hand roughly palms her breast, using it as leverage to tear her cunt apart.

I can see everything. Every single agonizing moment, as I stand here beside the bar watching in pure debilitating shock. I can see the way his chest pumps for air as he pants, fucking her in earnest. The front of his jeans are unbuttoned and unzipped, and he’s pulled his bare cock through the flap in his boxers to fuck her. I see each precise thrust when he pulls out of her wetness, and her pussy juices gleam on his shaft before he slams back inside with a pleasure fueled grunt.

“You like that, bitch?” he groans, slamming his hips forward. She squeals her approval, with her head tilted back, mouth agape. Her tits jiggle.

My heart stops beating, and my breath falters. A strange sensation flares through me, and then I feel it, a rush of wetness run down my legs. Oh fuck! Not now! Not here.

I clutch my belly as the water continues to run, pooling around my feet, soaking my slippers. I look down, away from the sick fuck fest.

Oh my god, our daughter is going to be coming today. It’s too soon. He did this to me. He made her come. Him and fucking a club whore merely hours after waking up made my water break. I hate him. I hate him so much.

My breathing accelerates, as I begin to hyperventilate caught in a state of… I don’t know what… and my entire body begins to tremble.

Reaching between my legs I feel something. What the hell? That can’t be happening yet. That’s impossible. That can’t be her head, it’s huge!

“That’s it, Sugar Tits, it’s about fuckin’ time ya woke up.” Big’s voice sounds light, and happy.

Wait… what? Where’s that coming from?

I look up to see him fucking the whore over the bar. Only this time she’s not just some brunette I’ve never seen before, it’s Niki. Since when did Big fuck Niki? Gunz is gonna kill him!

Suddenly, a warm wetness slides over my pussy.
Fuck.
That feels amazing.

“Come on, babe,” Big speaks warmly. Then a firm delicious wetness slides between my folds. I feel my toes curl, and I groan at the feeling, holding on tightly to whatever that giant thing is between my legs. Whatever is doing that to me, I hope it never ends. It feels so damn good.

“Sugar Tits, open your eyes,” Big’s gruff voice demands, and that firm wetness moves lower and circles my asshole.

My eyes fly open, and I wail, “Oooooo!”

Panting and disoriented, I frantically inspect where I am. We’re in Big’s bedroom, and I’m still laying in Big’s bed. Not in the common room where Big is fucking a whore. I sigh, sagging with relief and lean up to see a smiling and gorgeous as ever, Big, lying between my legs, his tongue caressing my throbbing core.

Thank fuck it was just a damn dream. It felt so real though. The way he banged that whore and the way my heart fell apart watching him do it. All the detail, it felt like I was there. Glad I wasn’t. I don’t think I could survive another moment like that. Not after Niki, Marylou, and then the blow job. Most women would have kicked Big to the curb long before this. And if I didn’t love him like I do, I would’ve too, that’s for damn sure. But looking down at his handsome marred face, it’s impossible not to love him. He’s it for me. Even if I refuse to tell him that myself. Can’t be that forthcoming. Gotta make a man work for it, especially one like him.

Realizing my hand is in Big’s hair, I comb it through his free locks and genuinely smile at him. “I missed you,” I mutter thickly, holding back tears of relief. Relief that he’s okay, that he’s awake, and that he seems happy. So happy that he’s smiling at me, and his eyes are lighting up so beautifully. The ice-blue somehow seems even glitterier than before, as they’re highlighted by happy lines accenting his eyes and his thick dark lashes.

I swallow hard and bite my lip at the intense emotions that consume me. I’m home. He’s home. We’re together. The world has returned to some semblance of normal. Of safety. No more kidnapping, no more pain, no more him leaving me for two weeks, nothing. It’s just us. Big and Bink in his bedroom, without anything else.

My lip wobbles, and I suck in a shuddering breath as I blink rapidly to keep from crying. I’m gonna fucking cry. I can feel it. What kind of stupid-ass cries when her man is licking her pussy with a smile that sexy? Apparently this one.

“Don’t,” he warns tenderly. “Don’t cry my sweetheart. I’m whole, and you’re safe and beautiful as ever. And I just need to get a few of these kisses,” he dips his head between my legs and kisses my pussy.

That’s it, I’m done for. My heart explodes with immense love, and the happy tears that I tried to stop come tumbling down my cheeks.

“It tastes so fuckin’ good,” he groans before his tongue pokes between my lips, slides up my slit, and back down where he circles my hole. He pokes his tongue inside, and I let out a hardy moan, tightening my hold in his soft hair.

“That’s right, Sugar Tits. I missed you too, baby,” he speaks to my pussy and delves his tongue back inside, swirling around and around and back out again. Gliding it up to my clit, he nibbles on the throbbing bundle of nerves, proving to me once again that he’s a fucking sex magician.

“Oh shit,” I unleash a moan, arching my back off the bed. Threading both of my hands through his hair, I hold him to my needy pussy. It throbs with the rapid beat of my heart. Closing my eyes, I revel in the exquisite feeling of unadulterated euphoria. I’m gonna come.

Flicking is tongue ravenously over my swollen clit, Big stops and sucks it into his mouth.

“Hmmmm,” he groans erotically in his throat, sucking my bud even harder. My hands in his hair tighten, and I let out a strangled cry of approval, as pleasure claims me from the inside out. I relish in the way his rough cheeks scratch my engorged folds and the way his hot breath bathes my cleft as he works himself up to a frenzy eating my pussy like he’s starving.

Slipping his hands under my ass, Big hoists my bottom off the bed to rest on his knees. Holding me to his mouth, my legs rest on his shoulders. I remove my hands from his hair to clutch the sheets of the bed and open my eyes to watch him. His intense blues crash with mine, and I whimper my disapproval when he stops insatiably sucking my clit to stare into my soul.

Emotions pass through us. We don’t have to say a thing; I know every feeling that we pass to one another. My heart skips a beat at the magnitude of passion, of love, of the understanding I feel through his eyes. I’m his. He’s relieved I’m home. Those eyes speak everything he may never say. With just one look, I know it all. I can see into the vulnerable depths of his soul. Under his hardened mask. Under his layers of self-preservation and thick impenetrable skin. That’s my Big looking at me. That’s the man I fell for.

Still gazing deep into my eyes, Big runs his tongue over my clit, and my body trembles. I swallow hard before I expel a shaky moan. He softly laves my clit once more, and I begin to quake uncontrollably riding on the edge of climax. It’s like he knows I’m right on the verge of coming. He knows precisely how to work me over, and how to draw out my pleasure to own it as his. The glint in his caring eyes tells me all I need to know. He’s going to keep me hanging here on the verge, and I am going to let him.

Moving my hands to my breasts, I squeeze them over the top of my shirt.

Fuck, this feels amazing!

Big growls against my pussy as he watches me play with myself, and he flicks his tongue sharply over my clit. My eyes shoot wide at the spark of pleasure that makes my toes curl, and I let out a scream, throwing my head back into the pillow. His tongue lashes my clit sharply again, and my eyes blank as they roll into the back of my head.

“Ahh!” I cry out and Big sinisterly growls his approval against my core. I can feel it vibrate deep into my sensitive skin, driving me even wilder with passion. My fingers find my nipples, and I pluck them harshly, pulling them to sharp points. Big’s fingers dig further into my ass, hard enough I might bruise tomorrow. I delight in the pain.

My pussy clenches and unclenches with the need to be filled. My body’s on fire, throbbing with the insatiable need to release.

Big lifts my hips higher, and his mouth moves down to my neglected hole, where he swirls his tongue in my wetness, coating his tongue. He hums his enjoyment and delves his tongue a fraction inside, collecting my juices and drinking them down. Then he runs his tongue further down to my ass, and I jolt in his hold from the foreign feeling.

“Big!” I screech in both pleasure and surprise, when his hungry tongue runs over my pucker. He doesn’t move away. If anything, this entices him to encircle my ass more and poke his tongue against the ring. I clench tight, not liking the invasion.

Big pulls back, using the tip of his tongue to circle my sensitive ass. “I’m gonna loosen it up, babe,” he hotly mutters, before returning to his delicious assault.

My fingers pinch my nipples hard when he presses his thick tongue to my hole, and I fight him back. “Big,” I moan. “Big, fuck, oh,” he doesn’t stop trying to gain entry as I shakily try to speak.

“Big, stop….what, oh,” I try to halfheartedly protest, only my body seizes, coiling tight when his tongue wins the battle and a feeling I’ve never experienced before rockets through my body. I wail a cry of pleasure.

Big’s relentless when he fucks my ass with his tongue and moans in his throat with each shallow thrust. I feel his body humping the air, as if he’s using his tongue to penetrate the things he wishes his cock could.

Unable to control the need to come that eats at my trembling insides, I throw up my shirt and attack my own nipples with my fingers, yanking on them and feeling the sizzle in my pounding clit.

Needing to find release, I move one hand to my pussy to touch my clit. I almost make contact when a potent snarl is unleashed, and Big swiftly lays me back on the bed. Without a second to breathe or question what’s going on, he attacks my clit with his mouth and thrusts a damp finger in my asshole. I come off the bed, sitting straight up and try to pull away. The burning in my ass is intense but is quickly dulled by the pleasure that Big elicits from my sensitive bud.

Big holds onto my thigh, refusing to let me move. His tongue is relentless, powerfully sucking, as he gently fingers my ass. I give in to the desire and grab hold of his hair, threading my fingers through his long locks. Big grumbles his approval, scraping my pussy lips with the coarseness of his stubbly jaw as he nods his head.

A knock sounds at the door.

Big either doesn’t hear it, or he ignores it.

“Prez,” Viper’s distinct voice calls from the opposite of the door.

I twist Big’s hair in my hands to grab his attention. He growls at the sharp pain but doesn’t stop eating me. It’s like he’s possessed.

I close my eyes trying to ignore the attack on my clit. It’s impossible, so I throw one hand over my mouth and expel a fierce moan, as my body drops back onto the softness of the bed, my head landing on Big’s pillow.

The knock sounds again, followed by Tripper’s voice this time calling out to Big.

“Big,” I yank on his hair again. Lost in his own world, he ignores me too and retracts his finger from my ass. I almost whine at the loss, but don’t.