Plum Red Lips

Chapter 1

I’m in love with a slut.

Jenny’s berry black with a fat, round ass, full plum-red lips and whisky brown eyes. Jenny only wears skirts that barely cover her ass. No matter the season. Her tops are either low cut or cropped. She goes braless, and her big nipples are always hard. The bars running through them imprinted against the material of her tops. Gold chains stacked on the slender stalk of her neck. More gold winks at her earlobes, nose, and every time she curls her pink tongue around the bulb of a lollipop.

Jenny loves lollipops. Jenny loves to fuck. Jenny loves to send videos of herself playing with her big fat clit and squirting all over her bedroom floor to undeserving fucks, for change.

Jenny smokes weed and doesn’t give a fuck about her reputation in our small town. She laughs in the faces of the bitches who hate her, because their men lust after her.

I don’t care either. I want Jenny to suck on my dick the way she throats her lollipops and sucks down the smoke that fills her lungs. I want Jenny like I want my next breath.

But Jenny doesn’t see me. I don’t have swag like Andre and Brent. Andre is my weed guy. He and Brent work at the club with Jenny. They’d both spit-roasted her in the clubhouse’s restroom while they were on shift. They say she likes it rough, isn’t down for the lovey-dovey shit.

They’re wrong. Jenny’s looking for the right one. She’s just looking in all the wrong places. She falls too quickly for the fast-talking bullshit. Jenny doesn’t know what’s good for her. She’s never had good.

Andre wants to wife her. See, I’m not the only fool. Under it all, Jenny’s a good woman.

I’ll fucking kill Andre before I see her with him. She’s mine. But the fucker has got a silver tongue, knows how to put it down on the dance floor, and fucks like a porn star.

I have none of that going for me. But I’ve got something Jenny wants. Money. I’m fucking swimming in it. Hell, my family owns the country club, which technically means I own Jenny.

Chapter 2

Okay, fine, I don’t own her. But fuck if I don’t want to.
I stand back as she circles the BMW convertible. She’s in my garage geeking out over my collection of cars.

She’s flashed me her waxed pussy each time she bends over to peek inside the car and ask questions I don’t give a fuck about.

Jenny doesn’t wear panties; claims she’s a virgin and only does anal and blow jobs. I don’t know how true the virgin thing is, or if that’s even a thing once you start fucking. But every fucker who’s ever had the luck of having their balls drained by Jenny swears by this. Jenny is saving her pussy for marriage.

That pussy is mine. Her ass and mouth too, because what Jenny doesn’t know yet is I’m the motherfucker that’s gonna lock her shit down.

My dick is hard thinking about stretching her virgin hole, about all the times I’m going to breed her pussy.

“You’re really gonna sign over the title to me?” She asks, turning around to face me.

I’m tongue-tied. I don’t do well talking to women, especially the ones I want to fuck.

I nod, clearing my throat.

“Dre says you’d add five grand too.”

I nod again. My heart is racing. My dick is straining painfully against the crotch of my slacks.

“And all I have to do his play pretend I’m your girlfriend for the summer?”

“Yes,” I croak.

“I want more.”

I’d sign over the deed to the land if it’d please her. Pops would lose his goddamn mind. Who gives a shit if it gets me, Jenny. He’s to blame for the madness coursing through my veins.

Chapter 3

If not for his cursed blood, I would not have sensed her. The heat he spoke of would not have consumed me. I wouldn’t have been able to taste Jenny’s pussy by just inhaling her scent.

“Go on,” I say roughly, holding on by a thread. “What more do you want?”

“The original deal, plus two grand at the end of every week until the contract is up.”

“Deal.”

“So, when do we start?”

I moved too fast, stepping to her. Her eyes widened. A gasp escapes her, seeing what I’d done. What no human should be capable of.

I’m not human. Palming the back of her head, I crash my mouth over hers.

My first taste of Jenny is electric. Her warm mouth is watermelon candy sweet. She wraps an arm around my neck, pulling me down as she deepens the kiss. Her pierced tongue lashes mine, sweeping the cavern of my mouth with skillful ease.

I moan, catching my breath. Damn near explodes when she reaches a hand down and cups my balls.

“Mm,” she hums. “These feel full.”

Jenny drops to her knees, salivating as she frantically unbuckles my belt. I pull her to her feet, turn her around and bend her over the hood of the car.

I kneel behind Jenny, brush the pleated hem of the mini skirt over her bare ass. Gripping her waist, I pull her back and bury my face in the cushion of her plump ass.

Jenny reaches back and spreads herself open.

My breath rushes out as I stare at my prize. Her pink hole is creamy and juicy. I take my first hit of ambrosia, dragging my tongue over her slick slit from her clit to her slightly gaping back hole.

My hard dick punches the front of my pants, seeing my slut’s well-used hole for the first time.

Chapter 4

I lick her again and again. Swirl my tongue over her hole, teasing it open further. It winks at me, and I dive in.

Jenny mules, pressing back into my mouth. I drag my tongue downward, slurping up her juices.

She trembles.

I latch onto her clit and suck the swollen bundle of nerves deep into my mouth.

Jenny bucks and screams my name. “Asher!”

She moans and undulates her waist.

Planting my much bigger hands over hers, I stretch her wider. Spit on her hole, plunge my tongue past the tight ring fucking her deep and slow.

Jenny squirts, soaking the front of my shirt.

“One million,” I say, pushing to my feet.

“What?” She asks, frowning up at me.

“Five.” I’ve gone bat shit mad.

I unzip myself and fist my aching cock. Precum drips from the broad tip.

“Ten. Fucking marry me, take it all.”

I’m not making any sense. Jenny’s looking at me as if I’ve grown two heads. I line my cock up with her virgin hole.

“Say yes.”

Her brown eyes are dark and wild, her chest heaving with heavy breath.

My Jenny looks me over, searching. Her eyes dip to where we’re not yet joined.

“You’ll have to be gentle.”

Chapter 5

“I can try. But I can’t promise it won’t hurt.” Rising out of the haze of lust clouding my mind, I bring my wrist to my mouth and bite into it. “Here, this will help.”

“Nana May told me you and your kin were different.”

“Don’t be afraid.”

In answer, she sucked my life from my wrist. Her eyes glaze over. She’s higher than she’s ever been. Her body yields, softening in my grip.

I sensed my blood, that piece of me, coursing through her.

I thrust into Jenny, claiming her pussy.

My whole body transforms as I drive into her furnace, coating my dick in her liquid heat. My fangs drop, my eyes sharpen, possibly gone black as my beast surfaces.

It too, wants Jenny. The roots of my fangs itch. They drip venom, wanting a taste of her, as I pummel her pretty pussy.

She cries my name. Pushes back at my chest, begging me to slow down. I try, pulling back and then slowly pumping into her.

But my Jenny…ahh fuck, my tight hole slut loves it rough. Another three strokes and she’s slamming back on my dick.

I’m no longer in control. Jenny grips my dick with her pussy walls, reaches between both our legs and grabs my balls as she grinds into me.

I whimper. Fucking whimper.

She releases me and flattens her palms on the hood of the car. She throws a wicked smile back at me, bouncing on my throbbing dick.

“You like this pussy?”

I nod, trying to keep up, mesmerized by her clapping ass cheeks.

“Yeah, that’s it, baby, fuck this tight black pussy with your fat white cock.”

Chapter 6

I growl, losing all sense of control. Gripping Jenny’s waist, I lift her lower half off the ground, pounding into her hard.

My name is a prayer on her lips between pleas for me to fuck her harder. I’ll drill a hole straight to her womb if I’m not careful.

My cock kicks. Heat races up my spine.

I bow over Jenny, run my tongue along her neck before sinking my fangs past the beat of her pulse. Her sweet nectar hits my tongue, warm and intoxicating.

She’ll soon feel it. The moment she becomes mine.

It isn’t long before the bond between us knots.

Jenny seizes up the moment it does. I lick her neck, sealing the wound. The sensation triggers a violent tremor that passes through her body.

Her pussy clamps down on my dick. I fuck her through her orgasm. She rains hot, pussy gushing.

I press into her, hold her close, and come hard. Filling her hole with load after load.

Jenny comes again.

I pull out. My dick is stained with her blood.

What a fucking treat. I drop to my knees and suck her dry.

It’s been five years and one kid later since the day Jenny walked into my garage.

Jenny still loves it rough. She gets a kick out of pulling me into rooms away from our guests to fuck her ass. Loves to suck dick on long drives out to the country.

Before Jenny, there was some shit I swore I’d never do. But you don’t marry a slut and try to change them, as if you didn’t know game from the get.

Andre comes over now and then. He still has the best weed around. I sit back, stoke up and watch him pound Jenny’s ass with the music blaring and my cock in my hand.

Chapter 7

He begs to fuck my little slut’s pussy. But that shit is mine. Will always be mine. He’s good, though. I shoot my load all over her cunt, and he licks it clean.

He’s even sucked me off a time or two. It’s not my thing, but Jenny loves watching him slobber on my dick.

I might fuck him one of these days, that’ll make her whole year.

“Slow down, baby.”

I can’t. My dick is hard as titanium. I haven’t cum in a full week, and I’ve drank enough to fill a pool, all to satisfy her desire to see me squirt and cum.

She got the idea after watching porn. Showed me the video and had me watch it while she fucked her ass with a twelve-inch dildo.

I’m close, so fucking close. I dragged my ass to the edge of the chaise and spread my legs. Leaning away as I double-fist my dick and stroke myself.

Jenny is kneeling before me. She’s playing with herself. The noise of the vibrator is drowned out by the surround sound. Techo music fills the room, beating off the walls.

She sticks her tongue out and flicks the pearlescent dew from the tip of my cock.

Fucking hell.

“Agh.” The explosion is a shock, spraying everywhere.

Jenny bathes in my hot rain, riding the vibrator.

I pump my dick, and it keeps coming. I’m lightheaded. The pleasure edges on pain as a deeper pressure builds. My balls tighten.

“Agghhh fuck,” I groan. My cum arches out, splattering Jenny’s chest.

She rushes me, seals her mouth over my cock head and hollows her cheeks.

I hiss through my fangs. My head lolls on my shoulders, weakened from the pleasure of her warm mouth.

I’m powerless to push her off as she drains me. Bound to me, my sweet bride has got my strength. Everything but the thirst.

She releases me with a pop of her lips. Sticks her tongue out to show she’s swallowed it all.

“My little slut.”

She giggles, climbs on top of me and slides down on my dick until she’s fully seated. “Got any more for me?”

Yeah, I fell in love with a slut, and I’ve never been happier.