Page 48 of Outbreak

She looks up into my eyes as I gather her hair in my hands and tilt her head back so I can watch her silky tongue glide over my tattooed cock. She pulls back enough to speak. “Careful now, Ghost. I might bite.”

“I might like it,” I growl, tightening her hair around my fist and moving her face up and down my cock, smearing her ownsaliva on her lips. “Now open wide, Little Death. Let me see how your throat feels when you choke on my cock.”

Her mouth drops open on my command. It’s a stretch to fit, and she scrambles up higher on her knees to go deeper. Her tongue swirls around the metal ball when I pull her back to the tip, and my hips jolt upward on their own, driving my cock deeper into her warm mouth.

“Fuck!Your mouth feels so good, baby girl.” I hiss, keeping my hold on her hair tight but letting her control her movements and adjust to my size.

I’m not bragging, but I know I’m bigger than most. Definitely bigger than her douche boyfriend she’s been fucking with—at least from what I could tell from the cameras I put in her dorm room.

Just thinking about him touching my girl sends a wave of destructive rage pulsing throughout my body, and my cock sinks deeper into her throat as I growl. She gags around the intrusion but doesn't pull back. No—she holds steady, breathing through her nose like a well-trained little cock slut. Tears track down her flushed, hollowed cheeks as she pushes herself further, her throat constricting around my cock like a vice. My balls tingle and ache, begging to unload before I’m ready.

“Easy now. Take a breath.” I pull her up by her hair, sliding my cock out of her hot mouth. She coughs, sputtering as she desperately tries to suck in air, spit dribbling from her chin. The need to pick her up and split her open on my cock overwhelms me. “I need to be inside you, Death. Can you take me?”

She looks up at me with her teary eyes, determination and fear at war inside her. “Ye-yeah. I can. I want to.” Determination wins out, but I’m not so sure. She’s so tiny, and as much as I love pain and pleasure, I don’t want to actually break her.

“Come here. Youwilltake me, but not yet. Hold onto that window seal, baby girl.” She yelps as I lean down, pick her upunder her thighs, and position her above me. I scoot down on the couch, lining my mouth up with her soaked pussy, ripping the leggings wider to give me more access. “Sit. I want your come dripping down my face. Drown me in your pleasure, Death.”

“I- uh… I’m too big to sit on your face, Ghost. I’ll suffocate you,” she says, hovering above me. I don’t like the insecurity in her voice. I want to gut every motherfucker who ever told her that bullshit or made her feel like that.

“You are my Death. If I draw my last breath between your thighs, so be it.” I growl against her thigh, sinking my teeth into the tender flesh and digging my fingers into her hips. “Now sit the fuck down and ride my face.”

I don’t allow her to protest a second longer. I pull her down to me and swipe my tongue up her slit.

“Ohhhh–shit!” She curses as I devour her sweet cunt. Her moans fill the room around us, and she rocks her hip. “Holy shit, your tongue is fucking magical.”

I’d laugh at the compliment that I don’t think she meant to speak aloud, but my mouth is full of her pussy, and there’s no way in hell I’m coming up for air just yet. She tastes fucking divine—like a juicy peach that squirts when you sink your teeth into it.

When I suck her swollen clit into my mouth, she nearly flies off me, but my bruising grip on her hips keeps her pussy right where I want it. She screams, her whole body shaking as she rides my face harder, chasing her orgasm that’s so close. “Fuck-fuck-fuck—” she chants, and right when it hits her, I rip her off my face, sliding her down my body and straight onto my cock as she squirts, soaking me.

“Wait—what are you? Oh my fucking God!” This time her scream is deafening. She shakes in my arms as I hold her still, feeling her pussy convulse around my cock that’s splitting her open. “You’re too big! Wait—it’s too much!”

“Shhhhh. I’ve got you, Death. Breathe through it,” I soothe her, rubbing my hand down her back and holding us both still as her orgasm wrecks her. I don’t tell her that I’m not even halfway inside her yet. “It’s easier this way, baby girl. Relax for me.”

CHAPTER 39

Rue

DEATH BY COCK.

That’s what my headstone will read.

“Breathe, Rue,” he says into my hair, and I want to punch him in the fucking face.

“Let me shove a coke bottle up your ass and see how well you can breathe through it.”

“Don’t worry. I’ll prep your ass for a while before I fuck it,” he laughs, and the motion makes him slip a little deeper into me.

“If you bring this monster anywhere near my ass—” I hiss, sucking in a deep breath and blowing it out slowly. “I’ll cut it off and staple it to your fucking forehead.”

“To be so fucking tiny, you sure are a violent little thing.” His cock twitches inside of me and makes me jolt in his arms. The pain is morphing into pleasure now, a rush of endorphins flooding my whole body.

“I– need to move,” I whisper, terrified of the pain. But as much as my smart mouth protests, I want this. He knows I want it, too. I have no doubt that if I really needed to stop, he wouldn’t hesitate. I told him to break me, and I meant it.

“Then move. Ride my cock, Death.” His grip on my body loosens, his hands holding on to my hips as I rock forward, sliding his cock out a little before I rock back and take more.

“Oh. My. God.” My words are breathless and strained. I’m so fucking full. Without warning, my head is ripped back by my hair, his other hand snatching the leash that dangles between our bodies.

“My name will be the only one on your lips when I’m buried in this pussy, got it?” His growled demand makes my pussy clench around him, and he drives his hips up into me, seating me fully on his cock. If I thought I was full before, I’m damn near bursting now.

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