Page 32 of Deadly Obsession
I stepped towards the front door, carefully cracking it open to check the weather outside. To my delight, it was merely misting and the storm had passed. However, in the dim moonlight, I could see how muddy it was out there. The only pair of shoes I had within reach were my old Vans. I couldn’t resist the urge to slip my feet into James’s cowboy boots. They were nearly double my size but they were certainly waterproof. Then I shuffled out the front door as quietly as I could, not wishing to wake up any of the others and risk having to share my weed.
Popping one of the small canisters open, I pulled the blunt out before I’d even made it down the front steps. By the time Ireached James’s truck, I’d already had it lit and was finishing my first long inhale. I dropped the tailgate of his truck, jumped on top, and finished blunt number one.
After blunt number two, I was feeling good again. 'Least good enough to go back inside and sleep. Slipping off the edge of the tailgate, I dropped my hands into my pocket, ensuring I had my last blunt and lighter. But as soon as my feet hit the ground, my eyes caught on a dark figure looking at me from the tree line, the promise of sunlight making the sky grey behind him.
I narrowed my glare at the tall, intimidating, blurry figure—no, not blurry, that was the weed—as it began to approach me.
“Oh my God,” I whispered aloud when I recognized the half-skull mask with the red slash over the opposite eye.
Fear ignited in my mind, but the inferno that was already burning in my core seemed to fuel my entire existence. With my hands resting on the edge of the tailgate, I clenched my thighs together, knowing I was holding Brian’s cum inside me. And suddenly, I was feeling more forgiving. I was way too dehydrated to properly get wet for my fantasy man. But Brian’s cum? That would be the perfect lube, and Mustang would think that I was incredibly wet for him. Then maybe he would wake up and pick me over that cunt Sera.
My masked man closed the distance between us in the blink of an eye—at least according to my current state of inebriation, he did. His large, gloved hand gripped the front of my throat as the other lifted the end of my hoodie, the one with literally a picture of his mask on it.
I was about to get fucked by Mustang while wearing his hoodie! Fucking hot!
I let out a strangled moan beneath the pressure of his hand on my throat. “Oh, you want to be fucked?” he said in a deep but not gravelly voice. Not like the one I’d had on repeat in all my sexual fantasies.
What a time to be cross-faded!
A chuckle echoed from beneath his mask, and he released me just long enough to remove one of his gloves and drop it on the tailgate behind us. Next thing I knew, the fingers of that same hand were deep inside me, working in a hook motion that felt good but… off. Instead of pulling up and palming my clit as his fingers fucked me, he was scissor-kicking them, which was more distracting than anything else.
Come on. There was no fucking way my ultimate fantasy man didn’t know how to fuck a woman.
Before I had the chance to shake the doubt from my head, he drew his hand back and raised it to my face. But he didn’t look at it. His eyes were on mine as he used his opposite hand to tilt his helmet-like mask back. Then he slid his fingers into his mouth. But not until after I got a glimpse of a thick glob of what was certainly Brian’s cum on his skin. There was no warning him. I didn’t have time to process what I was seeing as he cleaned Brian’s cum off his hand.
“Hmm, a little saltier than I’d expected, but so fucking sweet,” he said, again without the gravel I’d imagined.
“Oh, God…” It was all I could say in my shock at officially making Mustang a cuck without his knowledge.
I also had little time to dwell on it. Because with a grab of my arms and a twist of my body, I’d ended up bent over the tailgate with my masked dream man frantically pulling up the end of my hoodie to reveal my tattooed ass. His hands were all over me, slapping, gripping, pulling. Almost as if he were nervous as he lowered his pants and revealed his cock.
Feeling his tip brush against my warm, wet,freshly-fuckedslit, I tensed in anticipation for what I was confident would be the largest, most-amazing cock of my life. The disappointing realization struck me when he parted my lips and slid hismuch smaller than expected dickinto my aching core. It wasn’t even a fair salute to the overly-sensitive sleepy cock I’d had inside me just a few moments ago. Let alone the monster cock I’d been fantasizing about for the better part of a year.
Mustang thrusted into me over and over with all of what I was certain couldn’t be more than five inches. Determined to make the best of my situation, though, I reached one hand between my legs and found my clit. He might have had a small cock, but he could maintain the same fast and intense rhythm I typically liked. As lacking as it was, I was at the very least getting fucked like a cheap whore. I closed my eyes, enjoying each thrust, the tailgate cold and wet as it pressed against my nipples.
I was going to fucking come all over Mustang’s cock, tiny or not. Not only that, but I was also going to steal my fantasy man away from the pretty Kardashian bitch Sera and let him put a fucking baby in me.
For over a year, I’d been grinding with my bookish TikTok account. I would give honest reviews while dressed in sexy outfits. I’d spent so much time building up my following. Then, all of a sudden,MorphineKissappeared.
She was hot, fit, and a tattoo artist as well as skilled with video edits. She’d post her masked content in a sports bra and booty shorts, and her followers grew like emo kids waiting outside a My Chemical Romance concert. As if I couldn’t hate her enough, she stole Mustang’s attention from me.
But not anymore. Because now he was here with me.
I moaned, throwing my hips against him. “Oh yes, Mustang, fuck me harder, Daddy! I bet my pussy is way tighter than that slut’s.” I smiled, biting my lip, only to have it cut through when a strong hand gripped my head. Pulling it back and slamming it against the tailgate.
“Shut the fuck up!” he growled out as blood poured down my face.
There it was. He was angry. I’d spoken without permission.
After that, I was a good girl as he pounded into me and I kept my eyes and bleeding mouth shut.
James—Mustang was fucking me. He picked me. I’d won!
I’d tried canceling Sera multiple times through otherswithout ever being caught. In the end, I had to settle with just getting her content restricted for one reason or the other by spam reporting her page.
“I’m so fucking close, Mustang!” I cried out as I continued rubbing my clit between his shallow thrusts. “Please don’t?—”
But it was too late. He was already coming inside me. His cock grew soft and he’d instantly stopped fucking me.
