Twisted Tales A Collection of Short Love Story

Chapter 1. My Girl

I take the necklace and loop it around her neck, hooking it in the back so it falls perfectly in the center of her collarbone. She looks down at it, staring for a moment, and at first I'm unsure if she likes it. It is a gruesome gift. 

But when she looks back up at me, her lips slightly parted, she gives me her answer, 

"Ryan, I'd like you to touch me now." 

I don't need her to say anything else. It's the only permission I need. 

I bring my body to hers, crawling on top of the table and mounting her. My waist is in between her milky thighs, and I drop my mouth onto hers, taking in the red color of her mouth until she's swollen from my kisses. 

She moans into me as our tongues wrap together, devouring one another, pouring every single bit of raw emotion into each other's mouths. All the torment, all the suffering alone, all the love. 

My chest hurts. My heart is throbbing, coming alive for the first time in over a year. It feels good to reward myself instead of the opposite. These molten hot chains that had been clinging to my body for years start to unshackle themselves. 

Needy, wanting, and every bit of mine.

I move my mouth down, unsure if the sensitive skin on her neck tastes more like strawberries or honey, but either way, the flavor on my tongue is one I never wanted to forget. 

The farther down I work, the more purple and red marks I leave across her. I want to mark every single square inch of her until she's covered in me. I would never go another day not letting the entire goddamn world know that she is mine. 

"Your mouth feels so good," she whimpers as my hands grope her breasts. Soft and perky, warm and inviting to my prying fingers. I play torturously with her nipples. 

I'd gone too long denying the truth that she had always been mine. And now I'm going insane at the thought of possessing her completely, owning every inch. 

"It's about to feel even better," I whisper, leaving a lingering kiss just above her panties. "Fuck, I missed this." 

"Me or?" 

"You. I missed tasting you," I move my mouth around her naked body, "I missed fucking you, I've thought of nothing else since you left. I've touched no one else. It's just fucking you." 

I roll the waistband down, her underwear off her legs in one clean sweep. 

I am absolutely famished for her. My mouth waters at the sight of her glistening, pink pussy, wet and ready for me. I'd been denying myself of her cunt on my tongue for too long. 

I want my fix.

Placing my body between her legs, forcing her thighs to widen in order to make room for my shoulders, I swipe my tongue from the top of her mound to her opening. She jerks against me, trying to push her leaking center to my face, chasing the friction, chasing the pleasure. 

Happy to oblige, I drop my mouth to her clit, sucking on the sensitive bud with just enough pressure for her to feel it. I slowly circle the tip of my tongue around it, teasing both of us. I'm only able to play for a few seconds before I begin to devour the forbidden fruit between her thighs. 

Her fingers sink into my hair, pushing me further into the center, aching for more. My hot tongue flicks and swirls through her slick folds, and I inhale her like she's my last meal on earth. 

With two of my fingers, I use her juices to easily slide them inside of her tight hole, feeling her clench around me as I work them in and out of her channel. 

"All the sloppy noises for me?" I groan into her sex, my voice vibrating against her sensitive bud. "How fucking sweet of you, baby." 

I flatten my tongue against her clit, letting her grind against me, allowing her to control the pressure and rhythm. Letting her use me until she's ready to break. 

Little wrinkles form in her brow, her moans coming out harder, her entire body writhing and coiling, spine rising from the table. My cock is heavy and throbbing, desperate to feel her walls clamp around me. 

I know she's close. 

I always know. 

Because I know my girl. 

I feel her juices streaming down my chin, coating me in her liquid, so holy it might be enough to cleanse the world of its sins. With my free hand, I smear her lubricant down towards her ass, massaging the tight hole with the pad of my finger. 

"You gonna be a good whore and let me fuck this hole too?" 

Part of me is teasing. 

The other part of me is feral to claim every hole with zero restraint. 

She whimpers, nodding her head as I continue to play, pushing the tip of my finger inside and groaning at how tight it is. 

"Say it. Ask me." Lifting herself up on her elbows, face red with pleasure, she looks down at me between her thighs.