Mean One

by Ab. Cynthe

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

“Say it!” “T-the Grouch,” he stuttered. I tilted my head, a low snarl escaping my clenched teeth. “Bingo.”

You broke him. You and Gus.”

“You bring that wicked, greedy little pussy of yours over here,” he demanded, playing at my now-hardened nipples, tugging at them while he licked his lips. “Now.”

“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,

“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 fluids mixed with my own as he stroked me with his enormous cock, finally finding my orgasm. “There it is.” He grinned while forcing himself inside me.

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

“Fuck, Max!” Hearing him scream my name, knowing how good I made him feel, made my heart glow with absolute joy. “That’s right, say my name,”

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

“Now, open wide.” She sat up, gripping my chin and slowly pushing the toy into my mouth. “That’s right, get it nice and wet so Mommy can fuck you real good.” Fuck, I had to control my breathing, too damn excited as I lathered the toy in my saliva.

I watched her breasts bounce, her body glistening with sweat, looking absolutely phenomenal as she fucked me. It was almost too much.

“Don’t you ever fucking leave me,” I whined, my body buzzing with a drunken haze. “Please.” “Never,” she whispered into the sheets.

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.”

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She was batshit crazy, but she was mine. All mine. And in this moment, all I wanted to be was hers.

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may be bad, but I feel good.” “So good,” I breathed. “Tell me you want me. That you need me.”

“I want you, Max,” I whimpered. “No, I fucking need you. All of you!”

“You know you like it.” My head slowly sank beneath the water as she pushed me toward her pussy. God, yes. I really fucking do.

“Please.” I didn’t stop, moving with her as we came together. “Fuck, yes.” Her eyes lit up as I continued to whimper. “Yes, I do. I fucking do.”

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.

“Max, will you please go with me to Whoreville? To the Christmas Eve celebration? I‘d really like you to help me murder a couple of people. Pretty please?”

blew the white puffball of the hat from my face, grunting and groaning as I pouted the entire way there, dragging my axe behind. The things I do to make her smile.

“Until I have her heart in my hands,” I whispered over my shoulder, “I can’t love you.”