Jealousy Isn't A Good Look On You

chapter 117

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This may be upsetting to some readers. Please acknowledge that the following chapter contains highly sexual and perverted text.

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"What is it, Birdy?" He asked concerned.

"It was an accident. But I feel like we should talk anyway." I said and kept my distance.

"What did you do?" He asked seriously.

"I was confused and disgusted. I ran down the hall and collided with Deep. We fell to the ground, and our lips pushed against each other. It was not intentional, but it happened." I explained.

"You kissed that fishfucker, Deep." He almost whispered.

"Look at me." I said as he began to turn around.

"Did you like it?" He whispered. "His lips on yours?" He said a little louder.

I didn't respond.

"Did you like his fish lips on yours!?" He yelled and turned to face me.

I stared at him blankly and watched as his eyes started to glow red.

Homelanders face contorted into a grimace of anger and pain as he lazerd my chest while he moved closer to me.

I moaned, both shocked and aroused by his actions. As he got closer, he lifted me by the throat, his lazer gaze dying down as he spoke.
"We are a team!" He snarled. "You are my everything! I am NOT going to let that fucker get between us!"
His gip tightened, I choked out moans while saliva dripped out of my mouth.

Homelander lowered me, not letting my feet touch the ground but just enough to be face to face with me.

"You like that, don't you?" He snickered.
"Such a mess and all because of me?" He teased as he tightened his grip even further.
It felt like breathing through a straw, I grabbed onto his strong arms and let out less than a whimper.
"Deep could never make you lose control like me. He's too soft for that." Homelander said, a frightening smile flickering over his face.
He let go of me, and my feet hit the ground, I bent over and coughed, before I could get back into a standing position Homelander took of his pants and pushed my head down.
"That's all he wants. Your lips on his junk. To him you'll be just another blowhole." He growled as he pulled my hair up so I could face him.
I grabbed his dick and started pumping it. His grip on my hair loosened for a second before his other hand came down on my head and pushed me deeper.
"If you wanna choke, do it properly." He threatened.

He thrust into my mouth while holding my head in place. It felt as if he wanted to smash right through my skull, but he didn't. In fact he slowed down after a short while, he was getting into it a bit too much it seemed.
Instead of giving him the satisfaction of getting his way I started sucking and licking his massive schlong with more method.
At first, there were only soft whimpers coming from him but soon enough he was panting and cursing under his breath.
Suddenly he pushed me off. I fell backwards onto the gravel. Now he was standing over me, looking down like I was his prey.
His ice blue eyes burned with lust. His tounge darted out and licked his teeth.