Sixteen
Her Phantom
Saint
I wanted my face buried in her cunt. To choke on her juices and not come up for air. I wanted to wash away in her climax and never return. I’d die a happy man.
Jealousy seared through me when I had watched the video of her with someone else. I was envious of the man eating out the woman I was hooked on from the moment Sin’s eyes landed on her. The very second my eyes found her, too.
She was gorgeous. Black hair past her shoulders with a touch of blonde. Perfect for pigtails while I’d use them as handlebars as she bobbed her head. All the while, gazing up at me with her dark brown eyes while she sucked on my cock. Fuck . She’d be perfect.
Unlike my raging boner pulsating against my pants. The friction of the zipper was almost unbearable. I needed to jerk off after this and remember all the things I did to her. All the ways I had made her scream, all for me. For us.
Liv had me hard. Wet in my pants with precum; I wished she could see. I yearned for her to know how much she had affected me. But not yet.
This was about her.
We’d make her come in my mouth. Show her a world she had never known and treat her unlike any other man had done before. She was ours to control, ours to have. Not anyone else’s.
But I wanted to kill the man in that video.
Crush his throat with my one hand and watch him struggle until life left his ugly eyes. Constrict his windpipe until his head popped off like a dandelion and chant, “ mama had a baby and its head popped off.” But his eyes would be bloodshot, lifeless, and he’d be braindead.
I’d feed his head to the cows.
He was a lousy fucker who barely got our girl off. He couldn’t handle a woman like Liv, who squirmed in the metal chair in front of me with a feisty need to disobey. I enjoyed how she fought me in order to gain back her control. The vision excited me, enticing me to break her and make her comply .
I was her darkness, and she was our greatest sin. Together, we were a force to be reckoned with, and no one was a match for us. We’d be unstoppable.
So here I was, down on my hands and knees, crawling toward the floodgates of heaven. A utopia I wanted her to spread wide for me and welcome every murky shade of me, but I knew she’d require some help. And our little obsession would give me the introduction I had always waited for. My first encounter with her pretty pink world. But I’d be damned if it’d be my last.