The Pucking Wrong Man (Pucking Wrong, #4)

by C.R. Jane

“Fuck, Anastasia. Act crazy. Take whatever you want from me. Own me like I want to own you. Hearing that I get to have what no man ever will is the best. Fucking. Thing. I’ve ever heard in my life.”

“Relax, baby girl,” he murmured, right before his tongue slid between my legs. I came immediately,

Girl no you didn't

I mean, I wasn’t sure that he could wear boxers or briefs...I didn’t even know how he was wearing pants. How had that monster even fit in there?

I wanted to remember this forever. I didn’t have a blood kink or anything...or at least I was going to ignore that part of me if I did. But seeing her blood coating my skin, mixed with my cum… I’d never seen anything so right in my life. Something that perfect needed to be documented, I decided, quietly reaching over and grabbing my phone from off the end table...before snapping a picture of my dick.

Freak

Her skin was coated with me, my white milky cum was everywhere. I may never let her shower again.

Ew ew ew ew ew

She rubbed at her stomach, looking thoughtful, and I admired the view of my dried cum all over her skin. The idea of her rubbing that off made me growly. “I’d rather you not,” I said, using my most convincing voice. “I like the idea of you smelling like me all day, baby girl. Of everyone being reminded that you belong to me now.”

EWWWWW

She stayed covered in my cum for the entire day at dance.

Im gonna be sick

“Last chance, Anastasia. I’ll let you come as soon as you say those three little words.” His voice was light and carefree, like he wasn’t tearing me apart and remaking me into a breathless, thoughtless creature that just wanted to come. “Brats get spanked.”

No bc I'm really being affected rn

I peppered her faces with kisses, my tongue dragging along her tears and snatching each one.

Omg stop

I don’t know why I thought that a shower was what I needed. What I needed was Anastasia. Always.

Okay this is sweet you got me

It was indeed a tattoo. That picture I’d taken of my blood-streaked dick right after I’d taken her virginity...I’d had my tattoo artist replicate it. All the drops and striations of where her blood had stained my dick were now immortalized forever on my skin.

WHAT

My dick was definitely on board for celebrating this monumental moment, but I also didn’t want to die because of gangrene and have it fall off afterward.

I groaned as she squirted all over my face, so much cum that she soaked my fucking skin. It was like taking the world’s most delicious shower.

Um...

“And how do I help you, Camden? If I’m not allowed to cook, and I’m certainly not allowed to clean. What am I bringing to the table? What am I contributing to the relationship? If it’s about sex, I’m sure there’s a million women better at it than me. You can get another hole.”

Oh he's about to crash out good job girl

“I’m going to destroy him if he ever comes close to you again. He doesn’t exist in your world. The monster is dead, okay?”

Ari: Children. I SCORED A FUCKING GOAL TONIGHT. Walker: Good boy? Ari: Sorry, Disney, that’s your kink, not mine. Logan: Can I point out that Lincoln scored two… Ari: Can I point out that you didn’t score one?

LOL

Me: Anastasia has a problem. The principal she’s dancing with...is an asshole. Linc: Should we just kill him instead?

Lincoln is growing on me SUE ME

Not that I hadn’t used the fire guy. He’d actually taken care of the strip club last Friday, just in case Anastasia got any more wild ideas. I’d made sure to turn off the news the other night when they’d started talking about the random fire that had burned down the whole place.

ok psycho

I stared at the phone for a second. I think I just hired a guy to bust out someone’s knees. Had that really happened?

Camden was the first one out. He took one look at me up close and it was all over. “Who the hell did that to you?” he growled.

I walked out of the closet and bedroom, and locked the door behind me. I’d thought it was a construction defect that the lock was put on the wrong way on the master bedroom. Turns out it was divine providence.

........

“That’s probably enough,” she murmured when he passed out from blood loss. I was pretty sure the lump on the ground was part of his tongue. It would seem the dogs had gotten a little aggressive. "Probably," I said after Midas took another bite out of Michael’s dick.

This is crazy as fuck omg

“If I had to give up everything to have one day with you—one minute—I would do it. I worship the ground you walk on, not just for your beauty or your talent, but for you. The way you fixed something inside me the second I saw you. The way you complete me in a way I never could have imagined. I love the way you smile, the way you breathe...fucking everything. You own my soul, Anastasia. And if you decided to never dance again right this fucking second...none of that would change.”

This would work on me!!

“We talk way too much about dicks in this group,” Lincoln commented. I huffed out a laugh. That was probably true.