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But we aren’t now. We’re free. We’re our own gods. We can do whatever we want. We can take that power back, bend the rules, hurt the universe, until we feel better.
We can make this our adventure. Our very first adventure as a married couple.
“My parents. They aren’t looking for us. They don’t care. They probably sleep at night, dreamless, without the guilt eating at them for what they did to us. They crucified us for no reason at all and they…” I drink my tears, swallow them down as I look at the couple, still kissing. “Aren’t getting punished for it.”
Abel drops his head on my shoulder; I can feel him shaking, vibrating, his chest expanding with furious breaths. “I wanna kill them. Every single one of them. Every time I think about what they put you through, I wanna set that town on fire.”
I sink my fingers in his soft hair, rocking against him.
“Me too. I thought I was done with that place but I’m not. I want to punish them. Be their worst nightmare,” I whisper, baring my throat, and he goes in for the kill.
All the aggression he’s feeling, he puts that into marking my skin. All pretenses are gone. We’re not accidentally touching each other in the dark or rocking our bodies innocently. It’s more than that. It’s the beginning of something. He’s thrusting his hips in a steady, long rhythm, using his hands to pull the cheeks of my ass apart, running the length of his cock in between the crease.
When he comes up for air, I spin around and get on my knees, looking up at him.
He glows, orange, red and yellow, courtesy of the streetlight and neon signs. God, he’s so big and tall and sturdy, his cock throbbing.
“Pixie…” He tries to step back a bit, but I grab onto his strong hairy thighs. So smooth yet coarse at the same time.
“Let me suck you off. I wanna do it. Please.”
It’s a surprise for me that I haven’t yet. I have tasted his cum, have licked the purple crown of his cock, but I haven’t ever sucked him off. I’m not sure why that is. Sometimes he’s too impatient to get inside me and sometimes I’m dying for him to fill me up.
But tonight, I want to do it.
Abel caresses my hair with his long fingers. “Be my guest, baby. But you can’t hold me responsible for what happens when you wrap your pretty pink lips around me.”
I lean forward and give it a tiny lick, making him hiss and fist my hair. “Yeah? What’s going to happen?”
From down on my knees, he looks massive. A tower. A building. The Empire State: tallest building I’ve ever seen. Every bulge of his muscles, every tight curve is on display and I want to lick him all over.
“I might end up fucking your tiny mouth like I fuck your tiny pussy and the best part’s that I won’t have to pull out. I’m gonna flood your hole this time,” he rasps.
I open my mouth and suck the salty crown like it’s a lollipop. His jaw goes slack and his head falls back. I hum around his engorged flesh. “Yeah, I want that. I want your cum, Abel. It’ll make me feel better.”
He lowers his head, his eyes blacker than ever, and his skin red and orange like a demon’s. “Yeah? You want your medicine, baby?”
I nod, fisting the base of his hot shaft and running it all over my wet lips. “And vitamins. I want my vitamins or I might die.”
“We can’t have that, can we? If you die, I die too.” He looms over me, a red and dark shadow, gathering my hair in a fist, arching my neck. “Then suck my dick, Pixie. Make me the happiest man alive.”
A current sizzles through my body, floods my core, and I do that. I suck his dick. My mouth opens, stretches like my cunt did all those weeks ago on the dirty, rough couch and I take him in. He’s hot and musky and salty.
My teeth collide with his velvety skin and he jerks, moaning. I’m swirling my tongue all over his sexy length, tasting him, committing him to memory so I can go on during the day when he’s gone and I can’t get to his dick. He’s the tastiest thing I’ve ever eaten in my life. Not even chocolate compares to the taste of my husband.
“Fuck, Pixie, you’re gonna kill me.”
I chuckle around his cock and he shudders. Right now, he’s letting me do whatever I want. Lick him all over, top to bottom. Swirl my tongue around his crown, fishing out his pre-cum from that pin-prick of a hole. Fisting the base of his shaft and twisting it, squeezing it like I’ve seen him do. But I know that soon he will use my mouth as he uses my tiny hole and fuck his aggression out. So I poke him with my tongue, play with his balls, run my nails up and down his thighs.
