Mean One

by Ab. Cynthe

“The only thing I want to hear out of you right now is the sound of you choking on my cock as I fuck your face.”

“What do you say we pay little ol’ Whoreville a visit, Max? It’s time they learn what happens when a monster finally snaps at the hand that beats him.”

“I’m not a fucking boy,” he snarled, slapping my bare ass hard as I gasped, inching closer to his lips. “I’m a goddamn monster.” His tongue flicked my swollen clit, my spine straightening and back arching at the contact. I couldn’t help but faintly cry out, rocking my pelvis as he snaked closer, tasting my wet, aching pussy. My bound hands pressed against the cold floor, the warmth of the lights contrasting against the cold air as I began to sweat, my breasts swaying with my movements. “That’s right,” I breathed. “Now eat me like the big, bad monster you are.”

“I can feel the fever burning between your legs,” he breathed into me. “Go on and soak my face, freckles. Suffocate me with your tasty cum.”

“You better come inside this pussy, or I’m going to fuck you from behind with one of your favorite little toys.” His

“We are one and the same, he and I; two souls stitched together in the shadows of our pain. The world hated us, and in that rejection, we found each other.”

As much as I don’t want to admit it, I do. I fucking love you, freckles. You’re crazy and beautiful and a fucking mess, just like me. You annoy the shit out of me and piss me off more than anyone else… but God, I fucking love you. All of you. Just don’t leave me. Ever.