“Why buy a woman flowers when you can give her heads?” she confesses, grinding down the shaft of the dildo and rolling her hips once it’s fully seated inside her.
She throws her head back and moans, “Do you like the way I’m taking your dick, B?”
Goner—totally owned.I don’t care what that makes me as long as it makes her mine and me hers.
Tati’s back bows, giving better access to theway the dildo is fucking her. She shifts to one palm on the couch with the other placing her mini vibrator against her clit—my pussy… my clit.
Her head falls back, and I stroke my dick to match her pace, wishing like fuck I had a pocket pussy molded just like hers, and she can replace whoever’s dildo that is with one fashioned after mine. Then we can fuck each other at all times.
Pre-cum leaks from the crown of my dick as I pump harder, tightening my grip like her pussy would.
“Do you like how dirty I am for you?” she whines, thrusting her hips as she bounces up and down the shaft. “Do you like it when I’m a dirty fucking slut?”
“Yes, that’s right. Be my dirty girl. Fuck me like you mean it,” I grunt with each stroke. My balls tighten, and I’m going to need to gain better control of myself because there’s no fucking way I’m not coming with her.
When my gaze rises again, she’s turned around, her ass on full display. She controls the tempo, and I can only imagine her bouncing that fat, juicy ass on my dick, her pussy swallowing me whole while gripping until we’re forever fused as one.
My pumps become erratic, and I know I’m going to blow my load before she comes. And for that, she’ll be punished.
Tati turns, those hazel green eyes peering back at me as she raises until the dildo is entirely out of her before slamming down with a force that makes my balls draw even tighter.
“I live for your back shots. You’re pounding me so hard. Fuck,” she whimpers. “Fuck, B. I wish I really were riding that cock like you let me ride your face. Taking each brutal stroke of that fat dick while you paint my insides, branding me as yours.”
“Ahh shittt! Fuck” I groan as ropes of cum shoot down my leg, and I imagine it’s all over Tati’s face.
I pump through my orgasm, ready for more when her cries fill the room, my name upon her lips.
Leaning back against the pillows, I mumble, “Heads instead of flowers.Noted it.”
Tati
Texas in late October is one of my favorite places to be. At least it used to be.
The cooler air as we giggled and played outside…
The smell of campfires, roasted corn on the cob, and s’mores in the backyard.
The thrill in the air of the fall season as Halloween approached.
But now—now it’s the screams and unanswered pleas of my siblings…
Now it’s the rancid smell of burning flesh and pungent blood…
Now it’s the terror of the nightmares, reminding me I’m alone. So fucking alone, mixing with the guilt of being the last—the only survivor.
Eighteen years ago, I witnessed the slaughter of my entire family at the hands of my older adopted brother, Mikah, and his friends, Griff, Fredrick, and Jackson, on Halloween night.
I turned eight that night. We just finished our tradition of celebrating birthdays as a family on the day, and then having a party with friends at night.
My funfetti cake was still on the table in the crime scene photos. When Evander tried to escape through the front door, his blood sprayedacross the buttercream, streaking it red, and my white cake had become red velvet.
Now on Devil’s Night, I stand on the porch of my childhood home for the first time in eighteen years. My hand shakes—unsteady, but determined— as I reach for the doorknob, wanting desperately to never step across this threshold again in my life. But there are answers here, ones that I’ll need for tomorrow night’s festivities at the farm.
The once quiet door creaks, announcing my return.
I freeze before I can fully step inside. Everything is the same. From the decorations to the placement of furniture—it’s all the fucking same.
Determined to find something that’s unfamiliar, I double my stride, almost to a slow jog.
