Page 21 of Deranged and Obsessed Omnibus: Vol 1

I let her suffer with a mouthful of cum. Her nostrils flared as she breathed faster and harder as the seconds passed.

“Hard to keep a mouthful, huh?”

She made a sound, and I was pretty fucking sure it was filled with need and desire. She liked this type of suffering. I walked upto her and gripped her cheeks, pressing the skin in so it was even harder for her to keep all that jizz in there. I forced her head back and leaned in, my lips pressing lightly to hers, as I muttered, “Go on, baby. Swallow me.” I heard her obey. Then she parted her lips and sucked in a deep breath, another two fat tears rolling down her cheeks. “I’mgonna fuckyounow, Isla.”

I didn’t give her a chance not to say anything—not agree with me nor deny me. I lifted her off the floor, tossed her onto her back on the bed, and forced her thighs open. A part of me wanted to take my time. I wanted to make the pain and pleasure coalesce as one. But I was too impatient to have her. I had time later on to figure out why I felt this way toward her, why she made me so crazed and obsessed.

“Not gonna be soft.” With the tip of my shaft at her pussy hole, my body felt electrified. “Not gonna be sweet and gentle.” She didn’t have time to brace for taking my gigantic cock before I pushed deep inside her.

“Fuck, Isla. Your little pussy is the tightest I’ve ever felt.” My mouth watered, and I let my saliva drip out of my lips and drop onto her belly. “The wettest, tightest pussy I’ve ever had.”

I didn’t have to tell her to rub my spit into her. She already did it, getting off on the act. A frenzy took hold of me, and I started pounding into her then. I wasn’t gentle, just gave her what I wanted.

The broken headboard banged against the wall as I willed her cunt to stretch and take every single inch of me. I gripped her throat as I slid in and out of her. “I’m going to fill you up with so much of my thick, hot cum it’s going to be dripping out of you for days.” I bared my teeth, my molars aching from how hard I was clenching.

“Go on. Milk my cock. Squeeze that little pussy around me.”

She had her hands on my pecs, dug her nails into my flesh until I growled at how painful it was, and I fucked her harder. “Feels good when you’re hurting me.”

The squelching sound of me tunneling in and out of her slippery pussy could have gotten me off on that alone. And I wasn’t going to stop it.

I gripped her waist so tight I’d leave bruises, and I lifted her hips, angling her lower half up so I could get good and fucking deep. All she could do was hold on and take it.

She must have seen the look on my face that I was going to get off, because she murmured, “Do it. Fill me up, Roman.”

I groaned and pulled her down at the same time I thrust forward, burying my thick rod in Isla so she felt me throb right when my balls slapped her ass. And then I came, shooting thick ropes of spunk into her pussy and making her take every drop.

Grunts left me, like I was a fucking beast rutting into my prey. I was aware of her crying out, felt her pussy clenching around me, and knew she was getting off too. I was with it enough to reach between her legs and pinch her clit, making it hurt so her orgasm could peak.

With one heaving sigh of completion, I shook and twitched and pulled out of her. I grabbed my base and slapped her pussy with my shaft, then her lower belly, and finally straddled her faceand forced my semi-hard cock into her mouth.

“Clean yourself off of me.”

She moaned and cupped my balls, rolling them between her fingers, and licked and sucked her pussy juices off of me. When she’d lapped at every inch of my cock and sac, I rolled onto my back, my wet and sloppy flesh landing on my belly with a juicy slapping sound.

I pulled her on top of me, her legs on either side of my waist, and immediately felt my cum dripping out of her pussy hole. “Good girl. Make that mess all over me.” I closed my eyes andexhaled before opening my eyes again and looking over at the floor, where the severed hand now lay. The pocketknife was a few feet from that, my blood covering the tip of the blade.

“All mine,” I murmured, and she exhaled, her smaller body shivering.

“This is insane,” she finally said, and I grinned.

“Pretty sure we’re all a little insane, darling. What a boring world it would be if we were all sane.”

Epilogue

Roman

Six months later

For the first three months, I’d been in a state of total blissful insanity with Isla. She was the female version of me.

Fucked in the mind in the best of ways.

Embraced her trauma and used it to better herself in the most deranged way possible.

And was the perfect, twisted queen by my side to go on killing sprees with.

Even six months later, I was still thinking about the one-eighty Isla did and how she damn near fucked me back to sanity.

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