Mean One

by Ab. Cynthe

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

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

“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.”

“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.

“Just say the word. I’ll follow you anywhere.

“Just say the word. I’ll follow you anywhere.

“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 need to fuck you, freckles. Right here. Right now.” He bit my neck, his sharp teeth piercing my skin.

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

I contracted and squeezed around him, smiling so hard, it hurt. Being fucked by him didn’t just feel good—it felt right. So right.

He braced his arm against the wall, his claws digging into the brick as he came inside me, pumping me so full, it began to seep from my pussy and drip down my thigh.

The only heart I have is tattooed across my chest.” He lifted his fur, showing the old red heart tattoo. “This belongs to one person, and that’s not you.”

“I know everything that dark, twisted little heart of yours desires.” My hands tugged, yanking his face closer with the strand, my heel digging deeper. “I know exactly how to make you beg.”

“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.”

His hands quickly unleashed his cock, a vibrant green, hairy beast that had grown three sizes larger. I could feel my eyes twinkling at the sight of it, my mouth watering with anticipation. He grabbed my legs and yanked me close, rubbing his wet, sticky tip along my center and against my clit. Fuck, he felt so good.

I couldn’t stop myself, pulsating around his cock as he forced every drop out of my body, making me squirt all over his cock, allowing him to move a little easier.

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

“Just promise to fuck me real good, and I’ll let you do whatever you want, freckles.”

Max tongued me for a few more minutes before she leaned back and spat into my ass, laughing as she began to finger me, removing her hand from my cock.

“He deserves so much more respect, more than you or any other person here have ever shown him!”

“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.”

Inked into my pale skin was a red heart, a matching tattoo we once got in secret to always remember the one thing we’d always share.

“Our hearts are one, always and forever. He can’t give you what isn’t his.”

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.

“You can fuck me for the rest of my life, Crispin,” I cried, my body sore but still enjoying him. “I don’t care how much it hurts. You can fuck me until it breaks my body. I’m yours.”

“I never want to leave. I want to stay here, inside your perfect pussy, until I die.” My heart leaped again. “Then stay.”

I’m yours forever.”