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.”

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.

“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.”

“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.”

“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.