Take everything I want.
I could fuck her to within an inch of her life, and she’d still want more.
“This isn’t going to last long,” I warn, too caught up in a hysteria I haven’t faced for years to care that I’m about to make a fool of myself. “But you don’t need to worry. Once we’ve buried the clerk in the woods and let the world know you killed my father, I’ll take my time with you. We can fuck until your cunt is so raw, not even the lashes of my tongue will soothe it.”
The fact she doesn't even flinch during my confession that I planned for her to take full credit for my father’s murder sees me pumping in and out of her so rapidly, within minutes, my balls draw in close to my body, and the rush of endorphins I’ve been chasing for years slam into me at once.
I fuck Megan with everything I have. It is a manic, consuming romp that has sweat dribbling down my cheeks as rapidly as blood oozed from my father’s wound when Megan’s switchblade raced across his clammy skin. I grind, grunt, and grip her like a madman, but no matter how hard I fuck her or how loud the voices in my head scream for me to come, it never eventuates.
I want more.
I need more.
And for some really annoying reason, I can’t achieve that by myself.
I need her, and my fucking god, I swear she will pay for thatafterI’ve made her come.Aftershe’s screamed my name loud enough for it to ring in my ears for eternity but without a syllable escaping her lips.AfterI’ve ensured she’s protected from the imps, monsters, and men like our fathers who ridiculed and shamed her.
Not before.
Never before.
Only after.
A squeak I’d give anything to turn into a word pops from Megan’s mouth when I withdraw my cock, flip her over as if she is weightless, then bury my head back between her legs. The amount of blood that coats my tongue when I spear it inside her almost has me on the brink of a manic episode. It makes me disturbed, deranged, and one hundred percent certain I’ll never need to feast again after gorging on her cunt, but some good comes from the manic undertakings of an insane man.
If Alice had a man like me helming her dream, perhaps it wouldn’t have taken her so long to tiptoe down the rabbit hole.
“Yesss,” I grunt against Megan’s drenched slit when she bucks and rears against me. She is wordlessly howling like a banshee, and the banquet I plan to devour even more than her blood floods my tongue as she is overcome by a climax. “You taste like such a good little pet.” I lick her, stick my tongue deep inside of her, then swivel it around her nervy bud. “Pure and evil mixed together. The perfect palette.”
I continue to toy with her clit and tease her cunt with flicks of my tongue until the raging tornado that’s made her a blubbering mess subsides, and a new type of hunger takes hold. This one is more violent than any she has previously encountered. More deviant.
It’s the demands of a woman who has suddenly realized she is a woman.
She’s hungry for my cum, and I’m now ready to give it to her.
“Lay back and open your legs wide for me.” My voice is gritty. It is very much deranged. “I should be mad that you forgot to fetch our belongings.” I slap her pretty little cunt that’s swollen from its earlier pounding with the back of my hand before saying, “Because now I have no proof to show Nick.” A flare darts through her eyes, but since it is more in panic about being exposed than the mentioning of Nick’s name, I let it slide. “So I guess he’ll just have to take my word. He’ll do that, won’t he, Megan? He’ll believe your cunt has never been as wet as it is now. That it’s never looked so thoroughly claimed.”
She nods without pause for thought, pleasing me more.
“Because if he didn’t…” I slice my thumb across my jugular to finalize my statement.
When the earlier flare darting through her eyes augments, cum races to the crest of my cock. She no longer wants to bed Nick. She wants him dead.
As do I.
“I’ll give you everything your twisted black heart desires, little doll, but first, we have one small matter we must take care of…”
My head nudge to the clerk’s slumped body ends when Megan falls to her knees in front of me, confident even with her blood smeared on my dick, I’ll taste better than any revenge I could serve her. She looks me in the eyes as she licks my cock clean, then as I pat her hair, she takes my engorged knob between her lips and sucks me deep. Her hand trembles more now than when it skidded across my father’s throat.
I like that she’s scared.
Unsure.
But even more than that, I love that she’s so eager to please me, she will do something she is convinced will send her to hell.
When she takes me to the very back of her throat, her gag is the equivalent of a thousand words spilling from her lips. Her nipples harden, and the drawing of my balls in close to my body is undeniable. I’m desperate to come, to coat her throat with my seed, but more than that, I want to continue watching the woman behind the skitzo in her eyes emerge.
She’s not a twelve-year-old girl being pumped with drugs that will do her more harm than good. She’s a woman in every sense of the word.
