My Turn

by Madilyn DeRose

She’d touched her sweet pussy, coated her fingers in the arousal I was dying to taste.

I saw everything. She needed me, I needed her. She was never going to escape me.

Alana Monroe was mine. Then, now, and forever.

I only ever had eyes for her. With her chestnut brown hair and round, piercing green eyes, how could I not? All those other girls were practice. When I fucked them, I saw her. When I gave them pleasure, it was so that I could learn how to make her scream one day.

I grabbed one of the wine bottles and uncorked it. Holding it between my knees, I pulled my cock out. It was easy to get myself in the right headspace when I thought about giving her a part of me. I wanted her to go to sleep full of my cum. Maybe one day I’d train her so that she couldn’t sleep unless she swallowed it.

It was fucking boring and it would never feed her soul. I, on the other hand, would never let her go hungry.

I pushed through the resistance to briefly dip my tongue inside of her ass before I returned to her clit.

“You’re right. If I did what was best for you, I would’ve ripped you from his arms a decade ago, but what good would it have done? You can’t even fucking look at me without seeing him. You’ll always cast me in his shadow and because of his endless disappointments, I don’t even get the chance to claw my way out.”

I’d stick a fucking tracker under her skin. I probably should’ve done it ages ago. Live and learn, I guess.

When I made her squirt for me, I’d drink every drop, then let her taste herself. Maybe I’d add that to her coffee next time.

“Show me how pretty you scream after swallowing my piss and cum.” He straddled my legs, bracing a hand beside my head as he continued to pump in and out. “Do you think I can make you drench me, Alana?”

Word of advice: don’t tattoo your goddamn genitals. Second word of advice: don’t let a psycho tattoo your goddamn genitals.

He diverted to my breasts- biting, licking, and sucking on my skin. I couldn’t help it; I grabbed the back of his head to hold him there while he created suction around my nipple.

“Let me feel you squeeze my cock again, baby.”

“See, Alana? It was fucking made for you. You’re so fucking close, I can feel it. Drown my cock, baby.”

“Some men think your menstrual cycle is the perfect opportunity for alternatives. Your ass, your mouth… Those are lesser men, Alana, and you deserve so much more than that. It can help with your pain.”

“You just have no idea what it’s like to consume a man’s soul and for him to devour you in return. I breathe your air so I can have a taste of you. There’s no world where I could allow you to be in a situation that would put you at risk. Do you understand what I’m saying?”

“Say my name when I make you cum.”

He could have all of it. All of me. My wants, my dreams, and my desires were bleeding into him, creating some fucked up symbiotic relationship that would ensure our connection to each other. If it was severed, it would most certainly rip me to pieces.

but I felt more possessive than before. Every day, I was terrified of losing her.

I couldn’t lose her. I wouldn’t. Alana Monroe would never escape me. Even in death, I would find her, and if I had to thrust hooks through both of us to bind us together, I would do it without hesitation.

“Because nobody cares about you the way I do. Nobody. Every instinct inside of me forces me to protect you, so if someone is a threat, I… Alana, I have to keep you safe.”

“That’s it, baby. Cum on my cock.”