Wild Blaze (Back Down Devil MC 0.5)(20)

“You’re not useless,” Brody said. “You’re not a whore. Don’t say that shit.”

“I don’t feel anything anymore,” Heather said. She looked up at Brody. “I’m just… there. I try to help the people that come into the hospital. Including your friend, your brother. I don’t judge anyone ever. I only want people to feel the opposite of how I feel. I never wanted this for my life. But I can’t imagine Lyle doing it with someone else.”

Brody shook his head. He put his arm around Heather and pulled her close. “He’ll never do it again to anyone. I promise you that. And you do feel something, sweetheart. I know you feel something because I felt it. That amazing body of yours running wild…”

Heather leaned up and kissed Brody. “Tell me why it matters so much to you.”

“What?”

“My face. Each time you look. Or touch. It…”

“Not your business,” Brody said. “We have to stop the drugs. I need more, Heather.”

“So do I,” Heather said.

She felt bold and put her hand to the towel. She pulled at the folded knot and Brody leaned back.

Holyf*ckinghell…

Life was so dangerous… and so hot.





twelve.



Heather stared at him as her small hand climbed the length of his cock. Her fingertips pressed against his ever-growing hard flesh. She tried to grip him at the root of his erection and could barely do so. Her hand slid up and back down.

Brody simply leaned back, intrigued to where Heather was going to take this. Her eyes were deep and beautiful. But that mark on her face was driving him mad. It made him want to blow up the f*cking world. He felt his heart pulling in all directions. The memories of old shit flashed in his mind.

Holding a comic book I stole. A can of soda in my hand. Fuck, I never got to drink soda. So this was rare, man. An actual can of f*cking soda. Name brand shit too. The good stuff. Lots of sugar and flavor. Standing in the foyer to the beat up house. Other kids didn’t have broken windows and tape on their windows. Or cardboard from cases of beer. Other kids didn’t have brown and yellow water stains on their ceilings. Other kids didn’t have holes in the floor of their houses. But what the f*ck do I know? I’m a kid. I have a bed. No blankets, but a bed. Mom tells me there are kids who sleep in the street. I don’t get that shit… won’t they get run over if they sleep in the street? I take another step, comic book and soda, feeling damn good, and then I hear the slap sound. Hand to skin. Like a crack of thunder inches away from the window. The kitchen door flies open and here comes Mom. She’s spinning and stumbling, the old man chasing her down for more. She puts her hands out and misses the wall, knocking some cheap old vase to the floor. It crashes into pieces. She then sees me and tries to stand and make life good again. But the old man is right there. He grabs her and throws her into the living room, just like the wrestlers do to their opponents. Except that shit is fake and they get thrown into ropes. The old man looks at me and makes a fist. He pretends to throw it at me and I jump back. I drop the comic book and the can of soda. The f*cking soda lands on the comic book and spills all over it. The soda is ruined. It’ll go flat now if I try to drink it. The comic is ruined, the pages wet, the ink smearing already. Mom lets out a scream. Dad cries out in a fury of curses. Fuck this. Fuck life.

Brody brought himself back to reality as he let out a grunt and a hiss. He looked down and realized that Heather’s sweet little mouth was wrapped tight around the head of his cock. She was moving up and down with some damn speed, her little hand grabbing tight to his shaft, pumping as she tasted him.

It felt so f*cking good. And it looked so f*cking good too.

Up and down, Heather worked her mouth more onto Brody’s cock, tasting him. When she needed a break for some air, she came up and then let her tongue go to work. Licking the bottom of his shaft, her tongue lapped at him, her eyes staring up at him.

“Get on the f*cking bed, sweetheart,” Brody ordered.

Heather did so, but she didn’t stop tasting his body. She turned herself around, leaving Brody with no choice but to wrestle at her jeans. It took a little wiggling and a lot of Heather moving, her mouth full of his erection, but her pants came down to her knees. Brody quickly grabbed at the thin line of her panties and pulled it away, exposing her tender slit. With two fingers, he touched and sank them into her.

When Heather groaned, the warm vibration on his cock left Brody groaning for more. He thrust up and watched Heather try to take all of him. Her poor mouth couldn’t do so. She let out a whimpering cough sound and then got back to work.

She was f*cking beautiful. Like no woman Brody had met before.

His fingers dug into her body, twisting and turning against her throbbing insides. He slipped down and found the nub of her clit and pressed hard. Heather let out a cry and sucked at him harder, faster. He’d found the magic button again.

Smiling, Brody pressed harder to Heather’s clit.

They soon started to go wild for each other. Brody felt himself ready to explode and the way Heather was rocking her body at him, she was about ready herself. Brody held himself together until Heather let go first. His middle finger was against her clit, the tip of his pointer to the hole. He felt her throbbing and shaking as she came, wetness leaking everywhere.

Heather let out another wild groan and there was nothing else Brody could do to hold himself back. She moved down his shaft and pulled back up and he let go. Brody put his head back and hissed each time he came. He felt Heather’s sweet lips moving over him, pulling it all out, as perfectly as her body had done just before.