Page 10 of Mean One

THE GROUCH

Max wrapped the opposite end of the lights around her hand, whipping them as they smacked my ass hard, one of the bulbs popping from the impact. I instantly moaned, liking the pain. The strand remained wrapped around my neck as she tugged again, constricting my airway, the bulbs slightly burning me.

Fuck, yes. Make me gasp for air, you wicked thing.

Her soft, warm hands gently wrapped around my legs then, gliding up as she clawed her nails into my ass cheeks, on her knees, same as me. She made the most delicious noises, kissing my body as her mouth made its way to my backside, swirling around my fur. She ran a hand around to my cock, which had hardened once again.

“You better not fucking tease me,” I breathed, her fingers curling over my shaft as she began to stroke my cock, eating me out from behind with that pretty mouth of hers. Fuck, she felt like heaven, meeting my every desire with such excellence. Max tongued me for a few more minutes before she leaned back and spat into my ass, laughing as she began to finger me, removing her hand from my cock.

“I’ll tease you as much as I fucking want.” I could hear that devilish smile of hers in her voice. “But I’d rather you watch me as I fuck the hell out of you.” She removed her fingers, flipping me onto my back with surprising strength, wearing nothing but a black harness around her pelvis, a candy-cane-striped toy attached and ready for me. I exhaled deeply, licking my lips as she crawled over me until it was near my face.

“Now, open wide.” She sat up, gripping my chin and slowly pushing the toy into my mouth. “That’s right, get it nice and wet so Mommy can fuck you real good.” Fuck, I had to control my breathing, too damn excited as I lathered the toy in my saliva. I squeezed her thighs, my cock growing as she lightly thrust the dildo into my mouth, the tip tapping the back of my throat as my tongue wrapped around it. She moaned, melting me as the dildo fucked my mouth gently, warming me up. “There,” she moaned, gently removing the toy and kissing my chest as she crawled backward. Her eyes remained glued to me as she flicked my cock with her tongue before repositioning herself between my legs.

“Don’t you dare go easy on me,” I warned, greedily eating up the sight of her. Max’s smile grew as she gripped the toy and lowered it to my ass, rubbing the wet tip around my body before aggressively forcing it inside. A whimper escaped through my teeth as she went.

“I don’t plan to,” she winked, shoving it deeper until her pelvis nearly slammed into my backside. Fuck, yes.

Max began to fuck me, grunting as she used all her strength to ram into me, one hand bracing herself on my thigh, the other stroking my cock the best she could. My legs wrapped around her waist, forcing her closer as my orgasm quickly started to build. I watched her breasts bounce, her body glistening with sweat, looking absolutely phenomenal as she fucked me. It was almost too much.

Fuck, no. Not yet.I struggled to keep my eyes open, my body fighting itself as I clawed at the bedding beneath me.

“Hey,” she snapped, yanking the lights around my neck as my head shot up. “You better keep those eyes on me. I want you to watch as I make you come.” Her hand twisted, reeling in the strand as my breathing restricted further.

“Oh, Max,” I whined, “don’t stop. Don’t you fucking stop!” I came as the words ripped from my mouth, my body thrusting as my cock spazzed, my cum spewing into the air. “Fuck!” Max leaned forward, still driving the dildo into my ass as my cum began to splatter along her bare chest and torso, covering her skin.

“Yes,” she moaned, closing her eyes as she continued. “Come all over my body.” I could hear her own orgasm growing between her moans as she quickened her speed, coming with me, the two of us nearly screaming.

I couldn’t control myself. I needed more.

Letting the toy slip from my ass, I wrapped my body around hers, moving us around until her face was buried in the bedding, her perfect ass raised high for the taking. My hands bound hers behind her back, wrapping the lights around her wrists once more as I quickly removed the wet dildo from her harness, spitting onto it before shoving it up her ass with no warning, my own cock, suddenly hard again, sliding into her dripping pussy with a loud moan. With one hand, I held the candy-cane-striped toy against my abdomen while the other gripped a handful of her curly copper hair, fucking her senselessly, drawing out our orgasms as long as possible.

“Fuck, Max.” I relished in her loud moans and screams, drinking them in. “You’re so fucking intoxicating. I can’t get enough of you, of your body, of that pretty little cunt of yours.” I slammed both the dildo and my cock harder into her, listening to her scream as she dripped with ecstasy. “Don’t you ever fucking leave me,” I whined, my body buzzing with a drunken haze. “Please.”

“Never,” she whispered into the sheets.

Chapter 5

May-Martha

The night was colderthan usual, the wind blowing as my hair danced with it. I tried to pull my coat closer and preserve what heat I could, but it was pointless. Whoreville always had the coldest winters. It had been a few days since I’d spoken to Cindy, and I wanted to check in on her, so I snuck away from the brothel to see her. My bones ached and my body shivered as I continued to walk towards the bar, full of anxiety and caution. Being alone in this town at night was scary enough, but knowing that the Grouch was haunting the shadows, killing every chance he could? Well… that frightened me more.

As I passed a dark alley, the sound of metal trash cans clattering nearby made me jump. That same devious, eerie laughter broke through the darkness, causing the hair on the back of my neck to stand.

Max. What was she doing here?

My curiosity got the better of me, guiding my legs as I slowly stepped into the dark alley, the sound of my heels tapping against the cold, wet pavement. My heart began to race, pounding behind my ears as I moved deeper into the abyss, the laughter growing, as if it was reaching out and wrapping me in a blanket of fear. I nearly screamed, my hands covering my mouth to snuff it out as something fell at my feet with a splat, making my stomach turn.

“Well, if it isn’t little Miss May-Martha herself,” the voice sang as the laughter turned into a cackle. The sound of footsteps grew, my hands trembling as I reached for the lighter in my coat pocket. My breathing became frantic, fogging my view as my thumb flicked against the lighter, dead sparks shooting into the night as the footsteps neared.

“Oh, May,” the eerie voice sang, getting closer. I tried again and again, my skin rubbing raw until the lighter finally ignited, a single flame burning in a sea of blackness.

A small radius around me was drenched in a warm, orange hue, easing my fear just a bit. I glanced down at what was at my feet, realizing it was a dismembered hand. I nearly screamed, covering my mouth. Specks of blood were cast across my shoes, a small trickle flowing from the raw, exposed flesh. The wind blew with the sensation of someone near me as I began to panic. My eyes lifted, a single tear falling as I looked past the flame into the darkness. The sound of footsteps echoed as her face slowly bled into view, grinning in the most unnatural way, her skin and clothes drenched in blood.

Max.

“Boo.” The flame of my lighter blew out.

Something kicked my legs out from under me as I fell, my face hitting the bloody hand with a smack. I gagged, nearly throwing up at the thick, metallic smell, feeling blood smeared across my face. My fingers scrambled for the lighter, flicking it to life as I looked up at Max. She was leaning over the handle of an axe, the bloody heel of it on the ground facing me.

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