Page 25 of Deadly Obsession

My masked man closed the distance between us in the blink of an eye—at least according to my current state of inebriation, he did. His large, gloved hand gripped the front of my throat as the other lifted the end of my hoodie, the one with literally a picture of his mask on it.

I was about to get fucked by Mustang while wearing his hoodie! Fucking hot!

I let out a strangled moan beneath the pressure of his hand on my throat. “Oh, you want to be fucked?” he said in a deep but not gravelly voice. Not like the one I’d had on repeat in all my sexual fantasies.

What a time to be cross-faded !

A chuckle echoed from beneath his mask, and he released me just long enough to remove one of his gloves and drop it on the tailgate behind us.

Next thing I knew, the fingers of that same hand were deep inside me, working in a hook motion that felt good but…

off. Instead of pulling up and palming my clit as his fingers fucked me, he was scissor-kicking them, which was more distracting than anything else.

Come on. There was no fucking way my ultimate fantasy man didn’t know how to fuck a woman.

Before I had the chance to shake the doubt from my head, he drew his hand back and raised it to my face.

But he didn’t look at it. His eyes were on mine as he used his opposite hand to tilt his helmet-like mask back.

Then he slid his fingers into his mouth.

But not until after I got a glimpse of a thick glob of what was certainly Brian’s cum on his skin.

There was no warning him. I didn’t have time to process what I was seeing as he cleaned Brian’s cum off his hand.

“Hmm, a little saltier than I’d expected, but so fucking sweet,” he said, again without the gravel I’d imagined.

“Oh, God…” It was all I could say in my shock at officially making Mustang a cuck without his knowledge.

I also had little time to dwell on it. Because with a grab of my arms and a twist of my body, I’d ended up bent over the tailgate with my masked dream man frantically pulling up the end of my hoodie to reveal my tattooed ass.

His hands were all over me, slapping, gripping, pulling.

Almost as if he were nervous as he lowered his pants and revealed his cock.

Feeling his tip brush against my warm, wet, freshly-fucked slit, I tensed in anticipation for what I was confident would be the largest, most-amazing cock of my life.

The disappointing realization struck me when he parted my lips and slid his much smaller than expected dick into my aching core.

It wasn’t even a fair salute to the overly-sensitive sleepy cock I’d had inside me just a few moments ago.

Let alone the monster cock I’d been fantasizing about for the better part of a year .

Mustang thrusted into me over and over with all of what I was certain couldn’t be more than five inches.

Determined to make the best of my situation, though, I reached one hand between my legs and found my clit.

He might have had a small cock, but he could maintain the same fast and intense rhythm I typically liked.

As lacking as it was, I was at the very least getting fucked like a cheap whore.

I closed my eyes, enjoying each thrust, the tailgate cold and wet as it pressed against my nipples.

I was going to fucking come all over Mustang’s cock, tiny or not. Not only that, but I was also going to steal my fantasy man away from the pretty Kardashian bitch Sera and let him put a fucking baby in me.

For over a year, I’d been grinding with my bookish TikTok account. I would give honest reviews while dressed in sexy outfits. I’d spent so much time building up my following. Then, all of a sudden, MorphineKiss appeared.

She was hot, fit, and a tattoo artist as well as skilled with video edits. She’d post her masked content in a sports bra and booty shorts, and her followers grew like emo kids waiting outside a My Chemical Romance concert. As if I couldn’t hate her enough, she stole Mustang’s attention from me.

But not anymore. Because now he was here with me.

I moaned, throwing my hips against him. “Oh yes, Mustang, fuck me harder, Daddy! I bet my pussy is way tighter than that slut’s.” I smiled, biting my lip, only to have it cut through when a strong hand gripped my head. Pulling it back and slamming it against the tailgate.

“Shut the fuck up!” he growled out as blood poured down my face.

There it was. He was angry. I’d spoken without permission.

After that, I was a good girl as he pounded into me and I kept my eyes and bleeding mouth shut.

James—Mustang was fucking me. He picked me. I’d won!

I’d tried canceling Sera multiple times through others without ever being caught. In the end, I had to settle with just getting her content restricted for one reason or the other by spam reporting her page.

“I’m so fucking close, Mustang!” I cried out as I continued rubbing my clit between his shallow thrusts. “Please don’t?—”

But it was too late. He was already coming inside me. His cock grew soft and he’d instantly stopped fucking me.

“What the fuck!” I screamed. “You tiny-dicked fuck, you couldn’t even let me come!” Before my brain could process what was going on, I felt something cold spread from one side of my throat to the other. “Wha…?”

His hand cocked my head back, then violently slammed it forward against the tailgate again but much harder this time.

With a crack, one of my teeth broke apart and tumbled out. My eyes saw it. My mind comprehended each bounce of my broken tooth as it made its way across the tailgate. The rest of me, however, was too distracted by the sensation of something tearing along my throat.

I looked down at the image in front of me.

My vision had worsened, but I could clearly make out the splashes of red against the chipped black metal beneath me.

The weirdest thing was I was growing so sleepy.

I was about to give Mustang a piece of my mind and make him eat me out till I got off.

Now, though, all I wanted to do was sleep.

My hands reached slowly up towards my throat, and panic gripped me when I held my arms out to look at them. Covered in thick, red blood.

I wanted to scream. I felt like I had the ability. He hadn’t cut deep enough to hit my windpipe, just severed an artery.

I could still survive this!

I opened my mouth but before I could even make a peep, a sharp, hard, piercing pain traveled just below my rib cage and then shot downward, followed by the wet sound of meat on a cutting board.

My body was tugged back hard, and in that moment before things went dark, I saw what the source of the sound was.

Beneath me, partially on the tailgate but mostly on the ground, was a growing pool of red. Surrounding a fleshy hose-like object coming out of me. My vision went black, my last thought a dying whisper in my mind.

I never even got to come.