Mean One

by Ab. Cynthe

Her body was a weapon made to destroy me, and she used it well.

“Then why don’t you put that pretty mouth and sharp tongue of yours to good use?”

“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.”

Goddamn

Fuck, she was irresistible, a fucking vixen sent to torture me in all the best ways.

“You were perfectly wicked,” he grunted as he lifted me higher, my legs automatically wrapping around his torso as he kissed my neck. Perfectly wicked… What a beautiful thing to be called.

“You need me? Take me. Fuck me as hard as you can. I’m yours to break.”

Being fucked by him didn’t just feel good—it felt right. So right.