Page 272 of Ruptured

Her fingers closed around his dick, and he jerked.

“Please?”

He placed his hand at the back of her head and urged her down. She hadn’t sucked him off in days either. He could barely think straight right now.

She complied and settled between his legs, licking his cockhead. “Can you at least think about it?” She slurped him into her sweet mouth.

“Yeah, baby,” he managed. “The motherfucker safe.”

His dick pushed against her throat and she gagged. He eased back slightly, then buried his fingers in her hair, loving her in all her iterations.

Just as she’d loved him for so long. His sweet angel might not be completely backyet, but he’d force her out with whatever low motherfucker he needed to use and their world would finally right itself again, despite assfucks and psycho cunts.

Megan loved him, so nothing else mattered.