《INSATIABLE [DARK ROMANCE] COMPLETE》[🍑 ]I Love You
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Chapter Thirty Four
||MASKY||
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"I-- I love you."
I stilled inside her at those words, my eyes peering deeply into her own.
An unknown emotion flashed across her face as she realized what she'd said and after a few seconds, I pulled her body closer to mine, feeling my cock twitch inside her as I pressed my lips to hers, kissing her hard.
My fingers dug into her more feverishly and as I gripped her waist I pulled her down onto my cock, lifting my hips so I could fit every last inch inside and stretch her out like never before.
She was whimpering against my lips, her nails digging into my back.
It made me want more.
Did she mean it? Or was she just overwhelmed?
I broke the kiss and looked into her eyes as I bounced her up and down on my cock, seeing her bite her lips to keep from making too much noise while her brows furrowed and her eyes were half-closed.
"You love me?"
She opened her eyes a bit, managing to nod as I continued to fuck her from below.
"Are you sure you're not just in love with my cock?" I smirked at that.
She was embarrassed I could tell and she leaned in to press her lips against mine again, allowing me to slide my tongue into her hot mouth. She was shaking, her pussy clenching and releasing around me like she was trying to milk me.
Not again.
I groaned into the kiss and started to thrust upwards with a bit more force. She was clutching at me but found it hard to keep up with the kiss as I was bouncing her on my cock. In the end, she threw her head back, arms around my neck as I bounced her up and down on my dick, slamming into her with full force each time her body met mine.
"You belong to me," I grunted out, pulling her body close again and latching on to her neck, biting down so hard I could taste blood.
"A-ah, yes..." I heard her whimper and felt her nails digging into me, scratching over my back so hard they left red welts.
I guess she wanted to leave some marks of her own.
Sucking on her skin, I groaned and held her tightly, sliding my cock in and out, harder and deeper as her slick wetness squelched with each thrust. I was close and I didn't feel like pulling out this time.
I pressed my mouth against her ear, continuing the rhythm with my hips, "I'm gonna fill you up."
She didn't respond, only dug her nails into me even more and I took that as a yes.
It felt different now. Her insides were flooding with moisture and she was having an even harder time holding in her moans. I kissed and sucked on the tender skin of her neck and continued the motion of my hips until she was shaking and whimpering into my ear that she was cumming. I could feel her insides spasming around me and only then did I let go, releasing inside her and biting down on her shoulder with an animalistic growl.
This, being inside her, is the single best thing I've ever experienced.
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Even after I'd spilled myself inside her I continued to hold her close while she clung to me, nuzzling her face in the crook of my neck.
Beautiful. She was beautiful and fragile and-
And she loves me?
I eased her body off mine to look into her eyes.
"Say it again."
"W- hm?" She seemed a bit disoriented and I grabbed her cheeks with one hand, her lips puckering up in the cutest way as I squished her face.
"Say you love me again."
She swallowed visibly and I licked my lips as I looked into her eyes.
"I wuv you?"
I grinned at how cute she was with her big eyes staring up at mine and her plump lips puckered before I let her cheeks go so she could speak properly, "again, with conviction."
She giggled and leaned in to kiss me just as I heard a knocking at the door.
I felt her jump but held her fast as her foster mother spoke from behind the door, "Mija? Is everything okay?"
Eyes wide, she turned her head in the direction of the door, and just for the fun of it, I started moving inside her again, lifting my hips and thrusting upwards.
"Y-yeah I'm okay!" She managed to shout, digging her nails into me as she bit into her lower lip.
I smiled and planted a kiss on her shoulder.
"Okay well, you should try getting some sleep. You have school tomorrow."
"Okay, I will!" She squeaked out the last word as I slid my tongue into her ear.
When she tried to cringe away from me I wrapped my arms around her body and groaned into her hair, hearing the footsteps of her foster mother retreating down the hallway.
"You're turning into quite the slut," I mumbled against her hair and I felt her pussy clench around my cock as I was still inside her, though not as hard as I could be.
"D-don't say stuff like that so casually," she sounded embarrassed and I smiled to myself.
Cute. She's so cute.
I can't get enough.
"I like the faces you make when I'm fucking you."
She seemed even more embarrassed now, looking away from me as she chewed on her lip.
I wasn't lying either. That's what got me the most. She would look at me like I was her entire world and it only fed my ever-growing obsession. I needed more time with her. Tine to map her entire body with my eyes and hands, and learn what made her lose herself-
"Masky?"
I was pulled from my thoughts by her voice, "hm?"
"Can I get off now?"
I grinned at that and released her, watching as she grimaced while sliding off my cock. She could hardly meet my gaze and I watched her waddle over to the closet to grab a towel, wrapping it around herself.
I wondered what she was so embarrassed about and as she moved to pass by the bed I caught her wrist, pulling her close.
"Where do you think you're going?"
"Jesus Masky, at least put it away," she grumbled under her breath and I slid a hand under the towel, up her thigh, and between her legs with a static expression.
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"I want more."
Her eyes darted back and forth between my face and cock as I was slowly twitching to life again.
"Nope, I can't do this," she threw her hands up, "you're insatiable."
I almost laughed but settled for a smile instead, "I may be."
"I feel sorry for your ex-girlfriends."
"You should feel sorry for yourself, besides there aren't any," the hand that was under her towel retreated and I put my cock away, per her request.
"No ex-girlfriends?" she laughed before her expression changed to a serious one, "wait, really?"
When I nodded she made a sound of disbelief, looking right at me, "does that mean when we... I was your first?"
My eyes met hers and I caressed her waist with my thumbs, "and if I said you were?"
"Well, I'd find that hard to believe."
"I suppose it is."
"How come?"
I shrugged my shoulders, letting her go and resting back against the pillows, "not many girls lining up to date someone like me."
"I guess," she was smiling, "but still, not even casually?"
"I'm not interested in casual sex," I closed my eyes after pulling my mask over my face again.
I could've if I wanted to but as long as I've known myself, I could never just be casual with anyone. There was always this need to own them completely. If I couldn't, I'd only grow more hateful. I'd only want their end.
Was that not obvious?
Right now she was mine and I'd do well to remind her of that fact every day for the rest of her life.
I looked at her through the eyeholes of my mask.
I may not have been her first but I sure as hell will be her last. Just the thought of her entertaining someone that wasn't me made my jaw tic.
"Does that mean we're dating?" she asked as if it wasn't already obvious.
"You're mine."
"Yeah, but-"
"You talk too much."
She crossed her arms, giving me a wary look, "back to being an ass I see."
"Back to pretending you're not a complete slut for me, I see," I smiled behind the mask, watching her jaw drop before she grabbed a pillow by the foot of the bed and tossed it at my head.
"You suck."
"You swallowed."
Ah, there it was! Shaking her fists at me, she seemed to be trying to come up with a clever enough response but failed. In the end, she huffed with that cute defeated expression and turned away, leaving the room, possibly to take a shower.
I looked down at my leg. I could use some help from Slenderman to aid the healing process but that would mean traveling on foot.
What a pain.
When she came back around twenty minutes later, smelling like lavender, I decided to bring it up.
"I'll be gone for a few days probably."
She sighed audibly as she stuffed her hair back into her nightcap, "I thought you said you wanted to get to know me after all the craziness was over."
"I do want to," I sat upwards on the bed, watching her fidget with the hem of the oversized shirt she wore over some basketball shorts.
"How will you when you keep leaving?" She had placed her hands on her hips now.
I tilted my head to the side, peering at her behind the mask, "it's only for a short while."
I heard her sigh before she decided to climb into bed, she turned her back to me, however.
My eyes traveled over her body, from the smooth contour of her legs up to her slender neck, plump lips, and captivating brown eyes framed by long dark lashes.
I could offer to bring her with me but I doubt she would accept.
"When I get back we can go out, have a picnic, or whatever else it was that you wanted."
She turned her whole body to face me, propping her head up with one arm, "you're serious?"
"Isn't that what you wanted?"
"I mean yeah but I thought you were against all that."
"I am."
Her face erupted into a grin, "you're actually really sweet deep down under all that pretense aren't you?"
"Am I?" I asked, wrapping an arm around her waist and pulling her body to mine, dipping my head so our faces were only centimeters apart.
"Deep, deep down," she mumbled, her gaze lingering on my lips before her own brushed against mine.
I captured her mouth then, sliding my tongue in to taste as I dug my fingers into her pliant skin.
So soft.
I thought of taking her again but decided against it. It was late enough as it is.
When I broke the kiss she wrapped her arms around me to keep me close.
"Cuddle me."
Looking down at her with a flat expression I allowed her to get comfortable, snuggling up against me with her face tucked into my chest and an arm around me.
I ran the pads of my fingers over her back and down to grab her ass, earning a small sound of pleasure from her.
"I'll miss you, Masky," I heard her mumble into my chest as I caressed her.
"Show me how much when I get back."
I didn't miss the smile she hid in my shirt and I continued to hold her close while I caressed her gently.
After a few minutes of laying there and with me rubbing her back and with her fisting my shirt like she didn't want me to leave, she was finally asleep, her breaths coming out in small regular puffs. I placed a last kiss on her forehead before sliding my arm out from under her and peeling her body off mine.
I grimaced as I got off the bed even though the pain in my leg was now only a dull ache and I pulled my shirt on over my head before putting my blood-stained shoes back on.
Going through the window was out of the question so instead, I unlocked the door and crept down the stairs all while trying to be as quiet as possible.
Once outside I relaxed, turning my eyes to the skies to see a crescent moon overhead.
She loves me huh? What an interesting turn of events.
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