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First published December 5, 2013






"He should've just left Megan by the creek. Or thrown her the fuck in so she could join the father she searched for. Then, again, maybe no. Boss was burning in hell. Megan deserved a place in heaven."
"You ain't staying here, bitch. You fuckin' right. Go back to your momma's where little girls like you belong."
"That's why you lookin' for Boss, yeah? Your step-fuckhead tryin' to take your pussy?
"In the big picture, Kiera was a sweet girl, just the type of girl he deserved and wanted. Sweet but not innocent. Tough but not vicious."
"I ain't makin' love to you or no bitch, Megan," inserting a finger into her tight pussy but going only so far. "You want me? Then we fuckin.'

Her: "What would I be?"
Him: "Some ass, I guess."


❝What are you doing?”
“I’m about to eat your pussy,” he muttered, pulling her legs apart and sniffing the
musky aroma of her arousal combined with his cum.
“You can’t possibly want to do that now.”
She sounded horrified and embarrassed. He tipped his head back to look at her
face. He chuckled, finding her look matched her tone. Keeping his gaze on her, he ran
his nose along her slit.
“What are you doing?” she squealed in outrage.
“What the fuck you think? Smellin’ your pussy.”
She wriggled her body up, but he wrapped his arms around her thighs and pulled
her down.
She covered her face with her hands. “Oh, God. Kill me now.”
He laughed at how dramatic she was being.
She raised up on her elbows. “I need a shower,” she said with a prissy little sniff.
He licked the top of her mound and she shivered. “Don’t wanna smell soap, Megan.
I want to smell your just fucked cunt filled with my cum.”
“My God! Why?” she wailed, giving up her losing battle and plopping down on the
mattress.
“Trust me, sweetheart,” he said gruffly, taking pity on her. “I promise you you ain’t
gonna give a fuck what condition your pussy is in once I start lickin’ you.”
“Doubtful,” she mumbled. She stayed focused on the ceiling. “Just get it over with.”
Unable to stop his smile, Christopher pushed her legs open further and watched his
cum drip out of her. He gathered the moisture up and worked it back inside her with
his finger.
“Please, stop staring at that part of me.”
“What part of you?”
“There!”
He laughed harder. “I don’t know where the fuck there is, Megan.”
“My vagina,” she snapped.
He laid his head against her hip and guffawed. “I guess my dick is a penis to you,
huh?” He didn’t remember the last time he’d laughed so hard. “I’ll give you lessons on
the proper terms for our anatomy on another day. Quick refresher. You have tits and a
pussy or a cunt. I have a cock or a dick. Got me? I don’t fuck vaginas. That shit
sounds borin’. Hot vagina. No. That shit sounds ridiculous. Hot pussy. Hot pussy is much better.”
She giggled and nodded, her tension easing.
“Now, I’m gonna lick your hot pussy until you come for me.❞
"You are who you are." "The choices you made might not be the perfect ones, but they were the ones you needed for the place you were at in your life."








"You are who you are." "The choices you made might not be the perfect ones, but they were the ones you needed for the place you were at in your life."

She was good, an angel in the midst of hell.

Conceived in violence, live in violence, and I’m sure I’ll fucking die in violence.

Christopher felt as if the sun had walked out of his life and sank into oblivion.

