Page 179 of Bake the Town Red

“I want your cum, Tyler.”

He bats my hand away, spins me to face the wall. One hand on my face, pushing me against the wall. Crumpling my mask. The other grabs his cock so he can nudge the thick head into me.

“So wet.” We stare at each other, breathing hard. “Beautiful girl with a tight, wet cunt. Tell me you want my cum again.”

Tyler tortures me. Slipping the tip in and out. In and out. The pressure he has on my face turns me on even more. He’s fierce and feral and the pain he inflicts makes me heady.

Makes me painfully desperate.

“Tyler.”

He shifts his hand lower. Lets me have a better look at his mask. “Say it.”

“I want your cum, Tyler.” I’m not really breathing. I’m inhaling Tyler into my soul. Into my bloodstream. Embedding each shadow, each spark in his eyes—each breath he takes—into memory. “I want it in me so bad, I’ll go crazy without it.”

“That’s my good girl.” There’s no warning before he slams into me. No warning at all. “My”—thrust—“little”—spank, spank, spank—“cum slut.”

Being degraded by Tyler equals to being loved, adored and worshipped by him. It’s being the center ofhis attention. It’s knowing nothing exists other than us. That nothing can hurt us or separate us.

I can be his cum slut. I’ll be his—

“My depraved girl.” The pressure on my face intensifies. I welcome it. Welcome every piece of Tyler. “My whore. Mine. I fucking love you.”

“I love you.” I smile. I cry. I’m about to come again.

“You’re dripping all over my cock. Making such a mess, D.” Tyler’s cock pounds into me. Hits my G-spot. On a mission to reach my womb while he spanks me raw. “Even your pussy is being such a good girl for me. Begging for me.”

No words come to me. None. Instead, darkness overtakes me. I’m trembling and quivering and entirely Tyler’s. I’m sohisthat I don’t want to bemineever again.

“I’m going to come.” Both his hands have moved to my hips. His fingers sink in a punishing grip. “I’m going to come inside you, and you’ll take every drop.”

“Plea—” I don’t make it to the end. I come. This is unlike any other I’ve ever had before and I’m drowning in it. Blissfully. Willingly. I let it whisk me under.

Tyler doesn’t let me disappear into the darkness.

He’s there, holding me tighter while I lose myself to him. Wakes me up with brutal thrusts while he chases his own orgasm and shoots his cum deep inside me. He bucks his hips, emptying himself inside me.

This is happiness. This is what living means.

“My wife.” One arm around my stomach, a hand around my neck. That’s how he pulls me up to him.

Tyler twists me to face him, grabbing me by the neck. He tears my mask away, his lips delivering kiss after kiss.

And between those, he doesn’t stop saying, “My wife. My wife. My wife. My wife.”

Three hours later, we’re out in the street. Turns out that even if a body is cold, two people can still make it work without it taking forever.

Two people whoreallywant to get home. To sleep in each other’s arms and not leave the bed for the next twenty-four hours.

That’s us. We’re these people.

“You’re lost in your head, little one.”

We’re nearing our apartment building, wearing our masks. Tyler has his arm draped possessively around my shoulders. Kids and adults in costumes are still everywhere. It’s safe.

“Thinking about carrots.” I twist to Tyler, looking up at him through my creepy rabbit eyes. Even creepy rabbits have to be fed, I think. “Always carrots.”

His black mask hides Tyler’s face. He’s smiling, though. I feel it. “Iscarrotsa code word for cock?”

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