Page 21 of Mean One

“Oh?” He removed my legs, flipping me onto my knees as he positioned himself at my ass, still inside me. “Let’s see how much you can handle now.” He slowly slid his cock back, leaving only the tip inside my cunt, teasing me with it. My hair covered my face as it rubbed against the floor, my moan soaking into the wood. “That's what I thought,” he purred.

Crispin eased his cock inside me, slowly taking his time as he moved back and forth, his claw massaging my cheeks before gently entering my ass. I cried out at the sudden pressure, clenching tightly around him as he played with me, once again sliding out to the tip. Without warning, he slammed his cock back into me, his pelvis bouncing off my ass cheeks as he slowly thrust into me. I screamed at each painful drive, smiling through it, welcoming it.

“Harder,” I begged, feeling my body boil near the edge. He fingered my ass harder, slamming his cock fiercely inside me again, this time with more power. “Harder.” He did as I asked, ramming into my pussy. I smiled, glancing over my shoulder to lock eyes with him. “Harder,” I demanded.

Crispin grinned, bracing himself on my ass cheeks as he drove into me, increasing the pain with each thrust. My body ached, swelling with excitement as I came, soaking his cock. I cried out and leaned further into him, raising my ass so he could completely destroy me.

“Fuck, May,” he moaned. “I could watch you take my dick all day. You take it so well,” he grunted, my pussy squirting down his shaft. “That’s right. Soak me, baby. Soak my fur with your juices and don’t stop until your heart gives out.”

“You can fuck me for the rest of my life, Crispin,” I cried, my body sore but still enjoying him. “I don’t care how much it hurts. You can fuck me until it breaks my body. I’m yours.” My breathing hitched as he leaned over to play with my breasts, his chest sticking to my back.

“Oh, May,” he moaned into my hair, tugging my nipple. “I never want to leave. I want to stay here, inside your perfect pussy, until I die.” My heart leaped again.

“Then stay.” He gently slowed his pace, brushing my hair from my neck as I looked back at him. “Stay with me.”

“What about Max?” He whispered the question, his claw gliding along my shoulder. “I can’t just leave her.” I slowly lifted my pelvis, sliding from his cock as he dropped from my body. I carefully rotated, laying on my back as I stared up at him, sweetly touching his face.

“Do you love her?”

“It’s not that simple?—”

“Do you love her?”

He clenched his jaw, thinking for a moment. “Not in the way I love you.” It wasn’t the answer I was hoping for, but it was enough.

“Then tell her the truth. I want you, Crispin.” My arms wrapped around his neck. “We’ve been separated long enough. Let’s not waste any more time. Be with me.” I pulled my body up and kissed him, remaining on his lips for a few minutes before letting go.

“At least give me tonight. Max has been there for me since the day I left. I owe her tonight.”

“Why tonight?” I was genuinely curious.

Crispin gently unwound my arms, standing as he helped me to my feet. He adjusted his cock and began to fix his pants.

“She loves Christmas. Let me spend Christmas Eve with her one last time, and then I’m yours forever.” I rushed to his arms, kissing him once. His eyes twinkled as he smiled down at me. “I’ve fucking missed you, May-Martha.”

“I’ve missed you.” I poked his chest, playing with his fur. He stared at me, looking deep into my eyes as I breathed him in. My Crispin.

“I love you.” My heart danced at his words. He walked towards my bedroom door, but I stopped him.

“Crispin?” He looked at me. “Before you go, can you promise me one thing?”

“Anything.”

“Take the long way home.” He gave me a funny look. “If you have to spend tonight with her, at least take your time before you do so. Hell, use it to think of all the things we can do together now that you’re back.” He laughed, kissing my forehead.

“You got it.”

MAX

My heart ripped in half as I listened to him say those words to her over and over again in my head—the same words he refused to say to me. I was fuming, burning with jealousy and rage. He was going to leave me forher!

As he closed her door, I waited outside her window, watching as he disappeared into the woods. Once he was gone, I opened the window and slid inside, finding May now wearing a sheer fuzzy robe as she brushed her long hair.

“Crispin! Back so soon? Did you forget something?” May turned, her smile dropping as she looked at me.

I grinned, retrieving the knife from my corset, her blood now dried across the blade as I slowly inched near her, seething and seeing red. She slowly stood, creeping towards the headless body.

“After all this time, he chose you over me.” I cocked my head, tears welling in my eyes as I cautiously began to approach her. “You, afucking whore!” May tried to snatch the knife from the dead man’s corpse, but I beat her to it. “Uh-uh-uh.”

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