My lover

Chapter 1

“You’re dripping,” Cupid rasped, middle finger pushing into her sweet, wet cunt. “But this pussy sure is tight.”

His brows were knitted in concentration. A trail of sweat snaking from his forehead down the sides of his face. He had his palm flat on her stomach as she laid her pretty ass on the tattoo chair, watching him circle his middle finger inside her pussy— testing just how tight she was.

“D... don’t say it like that.” The hem of her outfit fell off as she spoke. Having bitten on it for quite some time now, the fabric was already drenched with her saliva.

Cupid eyebrow cocked, amusement spreading like wildfire in his eyes. “Right. Too crass for your ears, eh?” Being under his mercy and ruthless stare, heat covered her cheeks instantly. “I’ve got a question, princess.” Cupid pushed his finger, knuckle-deep.

A slight twinge of pain ripped through her. But there was pleasure there. Oh, there certainly was. Her mouth turned agaped, nails raking the skin of his packed biceps. His veins protruded from underneath his skin. Bluish and purplish against his pale skin tone.

“W... what is it?” She gasped when he started to pump— slowly, deeply.

Red L.E.D lights illuminated the room. The walls were decorated by punk-rock music bands from the 70’s, juxtaposing the melodic tune of The Weeknd playing from the speaker, muffling her shameless moans but failing to make it any less embarrassing.

Cupid leaned closer to her ear. Rich masculine scent whiffed her nose, sipping into her system, burying itself bone-deep. Few strands of his hair fanned her cheeks, sticking as she was already covered in sweat.

“Have you ever sucked dick before?” His deep, mellifluous tone vibrated in each of her veins. Driving her mad in lust and clenching around his fingers. “I’d take that as a no.” He chuckled right after. “After all, you're only 16.”

So she did things that girls like her would do around guys they find attractive: she dressed a certain way. Tried to seduce the indifference out of him by having your skirt a little bit higher than intended, her collar a little bit lower as to show the mounds that have already formed in her chest.

Cupid might’ve bitten the bait. One time, he looked you dead in the eye and asked, “Are you a virgin?”

You snapped into reality, glaring at him through your lashes. He would never tell you how that certain look made his dick swell inside his pants.

“I’m not a kid!” she growled. “Stop treating me like one.”

He found her amusing. Cute, even. “Prove it.”

As much as she didn’t want his finger to leave her , she didn’t have much choice. This was one of those challenges that she planned not to run away from.

On her knees, she looked up at him. She held his cock. It’s warm. It’s hard. She wanted it pounding her pussy then and there. She stuck out your tongue, sliding his cock smoothly inside her warm mouth.

He sucked in a breath, feeling the soft, velvety surface of her tongue against his veins. It’s heavenly to be sucked with a woman who knows what to do. She wasn't that kind of woman. Yet. And she'd goddamn bet he’d take his sweet time teaching her how to be that woman.

Her nose flared as she tried to breathe. His tip was approaching the back of her throat now. She could feel her gag reflex getting into work, making her eyes teary. It’s big for her mouth.

“Try deep-throating,” he commanded. His own self-restraint was at the edge of the cliff. Her mouth already felt good without her moving her head. The thought of doing this with her until she had a knack of what to do and how to do it sent goosebumps running down his flesh. “Yeah, like that. Just like that...” his voice trailed off, followed by a grunt that he did his utter best to hold. He tipped his head back, collarbones displayed, neckline stretching. “Goddamn.”

He bit his lower lip. Tank top starting to have blotches of perspiration on it. “Shit, shit, shit,” he chanted, lowering his head to see you struggling to take his cock in. The image drove him feral in lust. He cursed some more before grabbing her head with one hand, biceps flexing. He moved his hips forward, gagging her. But the sound went in deaf ears as he felt that bliss of fucking her mouth at long last.

“Keep your mouth open,” he grunted, teeth clenching, hips buckling back and forth.

She gagged one last time when his cock left her mouth. The tingling between her legs continued to rage on, begging for some sort of friction.

Cupid ran a damp hand through his raven-colored locks, cursing at himself for not coming. But he didn’t want to cum in her mouth. He’d have plenty of time for that. Right now, he wanted to fuck every inch of her raw.

"Cause that's my motherfuckin' mud brother, my blood brother
And they ain't never had no love for us, no love for us
We had to make it out that one gutter, that one gutter
They ain't never had no love for us, no love for us"

"who is it?"

"your brother"

"oh"

"hes calling again"

"answer he might be in trouble"

"be quite Jupiter"

"fine"

He was always so mean to her, maybe it had to do with how he felt as if he was betraying his bestfriend or maybe it had to do with obsession with Jupiter Axe