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“I know.” She worried her lip, sitting upright. “But Chris Hemsworth is married. And lives in Australia. I’m not built for long distance, Dot.”
“You’re always pretty, but especially when you lie.”
Her cheeks matched them in color, and she looked so thoroughly fucked all I could think about was laying her down on my truck bed and fucking every single hole in her body until it was the shape of my cock.
Watching her waiting for my words made my dick hard. Come to think about it, watching her breathe made my dick hard. She could probably pick her nose and smear it all over my windshield and my dick would still go ramrod straight, awarding her with a standing ovation.
Now I could ogle his butt and triceps to my heart’s content, make impressed sounds, and he’d think it was the house I was admiring.
“Oh, did you mistake my anxiety for weakness?” Her eyes flared. “Rookie mistake. My tongue is more lethal than any man’s fist.”
I’m McMonster. I’m your fucking fantasy. Me. The same guy who has always been there, in your periphery, waiting to save the goddamn day and not take any credit for it. I taught you how to drive. I made your birthday cakes up until your sophomore year. I fucking took your virginity because you asked not so nicely, even though I knew it was going to undo me.
“How would you like me to kill you?” A chain of three hundred orgasms while buried inside you.
swear, your ego is the most giant thing I’ve seen.” “That’s not true, and we both know it.”
“Your soul? I can’t eat anything raw, dude. What the fuck?”
“I’m out of shape.” “False. Your shape is fucking delicious. It’s the rest of you I have a problem with. Next.” “What if I fall again?” I choked out. “You won’t,” he barked out impatiently. “How do you know?” “Because I’ll always catch you.”
gulping. “Gotcha. I’ll try to be Kieran. If you see my tongue trapped in someone’s rectum, send help.” He gave me a once-over. “Unless it’s yours. That’s intentional.”
If I can’t have the heart, I’ll take the pussy.”
“Yeah, open those beautiful thighs. I want to see your pink cunt dripping for me. That’s my girl.”
“Play with your pretty tits for me.”
“Yeah, baby. Just like that. So beautiful. So innocent. So mine.”
was about to come to him, at him, and on him.
“You’re my good, obedient girl. As such, you’ll get rewarded accordingly. Eyes on me now. I want you to see the filthy things I do to you.”
“You’re so fucking wet, I’m about to come just from eating you out,”
“So fucking tight. Look how good you’re taking my tongue and finger. That’s my girl. Letting me stretch you out like that. You’ll be taking my cock so well, baby.”
“Hold on to the headboard, Dot.”
“I’ve been dreaming about your glittery pink lipstick smeared all over my dick.”
She died doing what she loved—fucking my older brother.
“Fuck. Maybe you can take it this time like a good girl. What do you say?”
“Now let’s fuck the attitude you gave me this past month out of you. Be a good girl and go bend—”
I was going to live inside that pussy every waking moment until I had to pay fucking rent.
“It’s not fair that you’ll need to accommodate eleven inches after spending the entire night on your feet.”
“Become a stripper. The tips will be better.” “How will becoming a stripper be better?” My eyes nearly bulged out of their sockets. “I’ll be your only client. The pole will be in my room.”
bracing myself for a kiss, but the kiss never came. Instead, a sharp snapping sound filled my ears. My eyelids ripped open and I realized… What the fuck? He had pinned one side of my dress to the butcher block by sticking a knife into it.
I would probably try to climb out of my own fucking coffin to hit on this woman if I were lucky enough to have her attend my funeral.
“Baby, you can stomp all over my face and I’ll say thank you.”
“Hmm, come again?” Ideally on my tits. But honestly anywhere else would do too, I was tempted to add.
“Don’t worry, sweetheart, you star in both.” He pushed a hand into his hair. “My dreams. My nightmares. My fantasies. The only place you weren’t in was the place I wanted you to be most.” “And where was that?” “My reality.”
