Page 121 of Make You Mine

Do monsters deserve love, too?

I don’t know what happens with villains in movies after the hero is done with them, defeating them. Do they go home to a family at the end of the day, too? Do they find their perfect match? Or do they live their lives in loneliness until the end of time?

“That’s it, baby,” I purr. “Keep going. You’re perfect at this.”

She locks eyes with me. Even behind this neon mask, it’s as if she can see me. Staring right at the real me.

I pull at her hair again, my dick sliding out of her mouth. She tilts back and sticks out her tongue, licking the tip, pre-cum leaking out of it.

I’m so fucking close.

“You’re such a whore for my cock.”

She leans forward, hurrying to drag the whole shaft into her mouth again.

“Such an eager girl.”

She speeds up, her hands squeezing my ass as she holds on to me.

“Fuck. Yes.” I’m done for. I dig my palm into her hair, pushing my dick deeper.

“Fppr,” she murmurs.

I pull her back and away from my cock to hear her. “What’s that, my wife?”

She doesn’t waste any time, tightening her hand around my shaft again, her mouth open, hovering near the head, letting out bursts of hot air that make me crave her.

“I said deeper.” She stares up at me. Her gaze is fucking addictive. “I want to choke on your cock.”

The words send me to the edge, and I comply. Her wish is my command as I slam myself onto her mouth, push deep, deeper, and groan.

“Suck every drop of me, Madelyn.”

She’s going to fucking destroy me.

The intensity of the emotions as her lips collide against my skin is excruciating. She doesn’t mind the harshness at all. She adapts effortlessly. Both her hands work my shaft and balls again.

Maddy makes a gagging sound, pressing her hand to my own, but I don’t let go. I force her to quicken her pace, fuck me with more intensity.

My balls are swelling, my cock harder than ever. Her tongue grazes every single inch, and her mouth wraps my cock like it belongs there. Saliva drips down the sides of her lips, coating my inner thighs.

My eyes roll to the back of my head as I push her closer.

Fuck. My little whore. Mine. I stare down at her little figure and drink her in—her body covered in tattoos with my name on them. Me. She belongs to me. My balls tighten.

I’m about to come. I pull her head back and slide out of her mouth, letting pre-cum run along my tip.

Her face falters, her half-closed eyes opening in wonder.

“Why did you? Isn’t it good for you?” she asks, resting her hands in her lap. “Are you tired of me already, hubby?” She looks away. “Actually, I wouldn’t blame you. You wouldn’t be the first.”

My eyebrows furrow, placing an annoying pressure on my forehead.

“I’ll never get tired of you.”

“Then why?”

I cackle. “You were doing amazing, and I want to come in your mouth, but not as much as I want to come in your pussy.”