[Black Street] The one-eyed man

The business of the grocery store is not very good recently, and my mother-in-law is too lazy to talk to me. I have a lot of spare time, but I dare not go out frequently. The Lyco family’s civil war has entered a fierce stage. The patriarch of the family is about to die, and there are dark turmoil within the family.When I think of the scene where Al, the bodyguard next to Master Lyco, kills the dusk people that day, I feel uncomfortable all over my body.

I was walking in the alley, kicking the stones on the side of the road. This road is the security area marked by the police station, which can guarantee the safety of the residents.

A pair of hands suddenly covered my eyes from behind me.

My heart instantly rose to my throat and fell again.

These are a pair of rough hands, the palms are warm and smell like cigarettes.

I grabbed these hands and pulled them down, and kissed them on the edge of my mouth, with a bang.I thought it wasn't enough, so I lowered my head in a mysterious way, stuck out my tongue and licked it lightly.

Warwick withdrew his hand like an electric shock, coughed lightly, and touched his forehead as if evading: "... I didn't expect to be discovered by you... Cough, I went to the grocery store to look for you just now, and my mother-in-law said you were not here." He He stretched out his other hand to hold mine, wrapped my hand completely in his, and didn't let go when he was talking.

"Isn't it time to go to work today? Why are you here?"

"I was fired by the Cowherd's shop." He smiled nonchalantly, "Mom Sang said that I was a bit of a slapstick at my age, and I think so too. Ladies, who would care about a decadent uncle? So, well, That's it."

At that time, Nicholas hadn’t told me that Warwick resigned from the Cowboy’s job regardless of the objections of the customers. I thought he was really fired, and I felt a sense of injustice mixed with secret joy. I couldn’t explain it clearly. taste.

"Warwick is not a decadent uncle." I retorted, and repeated, "It's not."

"Okay." He touched his nose and smiled at me. The exposed sea-blue eyes were full of smiles, not the usual lazy and playful smiles, but deeper ones, like lovers The kind in between, love... lovers.When I think of this word, my heart thumps.

Warwick reached out and rubbed my face, which he said was light, his fingers stroking the contours of my face, and the feel of the skin rubbing against it made me blush.I've heard a saying before that lovers can deepen their bond by looking at each other for eight seconds. I don't know if it's true, but I think it's true that staring at each other can deepen lovers' desire for each other, because I can't wait Take his face and kiss him.

He was stunned for a moment and immediately kissed me back, hugged me tightly with both hands, and rubbed me with one hand on the back of my neck, which made my neck hot, and this heat spread to my heart, as if my whole heart was soaked in honey Just like in a sugar jar, sweet and warm, swollen and hot, just want me to sink deeper and deeper.

He gently held my lower lip in his mouth, then separated it and replaced it with the upper lip. When the parting was still ambiguously connected, the saliva was still connected together, making a popping sound. I tried to stick out my tongue dissatisfied. into his mouth, he can always avoid it flexibly.I hummed and opened my eyes, and my whole body fell into his ocean-like inclusive and loving eyes.

He let go of my mouth, and the tip of our nose was pressed against the tip of our nose. I lowered my eyes a little ashamed to look at him, but each other's breath was still sprinkled on each other's faces.His bangs draped down to my nose, tickling me a bit. "Ella-chan is super active today." He whispered to me, "I'm so happy."

My eyes were so flustered that I didn't know where to put them. He raised my face and forced me to look at him, and said to me: "I miss you, I miss you every second I can't see you... What about you?"

My voice is so low that even I can hardly hear myself: "I miss you too." I miss you so much, and every second I can't see you... I miss you so much.

Warwick smiled, opening his mouth in a mirthful laugh, surprisingly handsome.

"I'm your own cowherd now," he leaned close to me and blew into my ear, "You can't just throw me away, baby, and if you fire me, I'll be fine." Let's eat."

"Jian... definitely not!" I resisted the urge to let my legs go weak when he blew, and said righteously.

"You really don't dislike me for being old and decrepit?" He seemed to find my sensitive spot, he pressed closer to my ear with more effort, and asked me softly, holding my earlobe.

I felt like my ears were on fire, and even the lower part seemed to be on fire, which made my heart feel hot.I pushed him away, my face flushed, "If you do this again, I will..."

"Just?" He smiled innocently.

"I can't help it..."

"Can't help it?" He tried to persuade.

Without thinking, I blurted out: "I'll beat you!"

Warwick intentionally made a frightened expression, then hugged me and pressed against the wall: "Really? Rape me? Right here?" In broad daylight, I could even hear the voices of people on the street across the wall.

"Ella-chan likes super-exciting ones." He smacked his mouth, pressed his body tightly against me, smirked at me with crooked eyes, and his voice was hoarse and sexy, "After all, I am a conservative uncle. It feels shameful to be strong in the alley...but I love you so much, no matter how shameful I am, I can only submit, huh?"

Love... love... love?

I have a feeling of instant ascension to heaven.

Warwick inserted his hand into my jeans, only a knuckle in, and his soft fingertips ran across the skin, rubbing it, not too much, just wandering around the edge of the panties, but enough to make me suffocate .He was still the same, lowering his voice and exhaling in my ear: "...Huh? Baby?"

I clutched his shirt on his chest, smelling the man, and actually felt a strong urge to eat Warwick right here.

"Uncle, it's really hard for you to do this here." He kissed me warmly on the forehead, "Give me some reward, okay? If you don't bring enough money, how about a kiss?"

Warwick is so over the top and always sets me on fire.I hugged his neck tightly and kissed him, closed my eyes and tasted the faint smell of tobacco in his mouth.He is delicious.

A man and a woman embraced and kissed each other, their passion was tinged with lust, and they built a two-person world.This incident abounds on this street. Even if someone passed by, they would just glance at them and not pay attention to them deliberately. This made me completely tear off the last layer of pretending to be reserved and kiss him wantonly.

"Do you really want to be here?" Warwick's mouth was blocked by me, and he could only smile vaguely, "Even if it's on the street... don't kiss so hard, um... don't want others to see you ah……"

He moved the hand holding my head down, I guess he was looking for a paper towel or something, the bed was wet a lot last time, and it couldn't be wiped dry for a while.

Suddenly he stopped, and I stopped too.

He fumbled in his pockets, and there was a jingle of things in the pockets of the overalls.Warwick was still very fond of carrying everything in his pockets.After searching for a while, he wiped the sweat off his forehead annoyedly, and took out all his things as before, keys, tissues, cigarette cases, lighters, condoms, bullet casings, and the coffee candies he brought for me.He smiled wryly at me: "Oops, I was so happy just now that I forgot the business."

A shiny object lay in the mess.

I could see it clearly. It was the ring Warwick and I saw in the jeweler that day.Made of silver-plated metal, it's surrounded by tiny flowers of sparkling rhinestones.

I looked up at him in surprise.

"Well, I got it." Warwick patted my head and smoothed my hair with his fingers. "When I left the Cowherd's shop, my mother gave me a little pension. When I came back, I happened to pass by the square and bought it." I'm coming down. I'll see you off."

A tidal wave of joy overwhelmed me, and I wished with all my heart that I could drown in this tidal wave.

"Like it?"

He took my hand, as if he wanted to put it on for me himself.

I drew back my hands, remembering that I had just moved my hands over the dirty cardboard boxes in the grocery store and walked out the door without washing my hands.

Plus, I'm reluctant to wear it.

He insisted on pulling my hand over and putting the ring on my finger.

"Good looking." He commented positively.

"Thank you, Warwick."

He didn't say anything, grabbed my hand, kissed my finger with the ring on it, licked me like I started licking his hand, and then raised his head and smiled at me.

"Are you interrupted...to my place?" he asked me.

My eyes lit up.