Chapter 6

Corbin

I step out of the shower.

Feels good to have a real shower for the first time in forever.

The apartment above the garage is a total shit hole, but anything is an upgrade from prison.

I have a shower to myself. A kitchen. A bedroom. A bed with a half-decent mattress on it.

All this place needs is a little cleaning and it’ll do just fine for now.

Best part is that in the corner ceiling tile there’s a fat stack of cash that I hid there… still waiting.

My moron cousin and his old man never cared to dig around and find the money.

Not to mention the other money that’s mine.

Plus the garage, the business, the land, everything.

Yeah, poor Mutt just lost his entire life. And the guy didn’t even get to finish shooting a load down the throat of the single mom.

I wipe the fogged-up mirror and study myself for a second.

I have more than a few scars scattered throughout my body.

No clue how I lived through some of the shit I did in prison.

Never thought getting shanked would become as common as eating or taking a shit.

That sudden stabbing rush of pain.

If you were meant to survive, you’d react right away. Getting stabbed once is usually a warning, but prison rarely came with warnings. That meant the first stab was the first of many. I saw guys get stabbed dozens of times. Hundreds even. Kind of like getting stung by a bee. One or two hurt. But get stung a thousand times, over and over, you’re going to die.

My phone sudden vibrates and the screen lights up.

It’s balanced on the edge of the narrow sink and almost falls off.

I grab the phone and see my Katie girl’s name on the screen.

With a picture attached.

“Fuck,” I growl.

She listened.

Now I’m a little irritated with myself.

Ten years thinking about my Katie girl and her honey-filled cunt and I didn’t pounce when I had the chance.

Then again, maybe I’m just used to waiting. Maybe I’ve inadvertently gained the power of patience.

I find that interesting.

I open the text and the picture pops up.

My Katie girl’s fingers, coated with her sweet cunt juice. Viscous. Rich.

I growl deep in my throat and instantly find my left hand grabbing for my cock.

I’m stroking myself with ease, bringing my huge cock to life.

“Oh, fuck, Katie,” I whisper.

I pause for a moment and use my left hand to touch the phone screen to zoom in on the picture.

Her cunt honey looks so good.

My tongue actually aches. My tastebuds scream with deep desire.

I spit into my left hand and grab my cock once more.

I stroke hard and fast. Like I’m going to rip my cock off my body.

All I can do is picture my Katie girl in her bed, next to her fucking fiancé. Being stealthy and quiet. Acting like a little vixen. Acting like a cheating whore. Slamming her fingers into her cunt, over and over, knowing she needs to be quiet.

She’s still the wild Katie I once knew and had all to myself.

Ten years apart… she can pretend to be anything she wants for now…

My hand moves faster on my cock.

I think about my Katie girl’s perfect cunt. Her soft, wet labia. I think about suckling on her lips, making her squirm. I picture her pearled clit. That beautiful nub. My nose nuzzling against it. Her hands grabbing at my head. My mouth tasting all of her.

I lick my lips and imagine her squirting into my mouth…

I grunt loudly and feel the first spurt of cum shoot into the bathroom sink.

I groan even louder after that as I watch my cock pour itself out.

Thick, white ropes of cum hitting the sink, clinging.

Cum covering my fingers and my hand.

I take a deep breath and feel a very small sense of relief.

I place the phone down on the edge of the sink.

I reach for an old towel that feels like it’s going to disintegrate into dust.

I wipe my hand clean and drop the towel on the floor. I leave my cum in the bathroom sink. I’ll pay someone to come clean this place up tomorrow.

Have to get it in decent shape.

I plan on fucking my Katie girl here.

And believe me, I plan on fucking my Katie girl in her and her fiancé’s bed too.

She’s mine.

I own her cunt.

And I have a lot of time to make up for.