EroticReverie

Magdalena Graves

"Casting a spell on me Magdalena?" Atticus asks, smirking down at me, holding his flask of whatever pretentious expensive liqour he's filled it with tonight, the lowly priced , cheap beer not ever good enough for him. 

I'd just been staring daggers at him , before he walked over. Because Atticus Hawthorne is an impossibly hot, pain in my ass.  

"Mm, if only." I hum and sip from my plastic cup as a few of my friends make "uh oh" faces and then immediately find their own plastic cups far more interesting than they did moments ago. 

"Oh look, I'm empty , come with me to get a refill?" Amaya , my sister says to Claudia and Kali our two best friends. My friends gladly follow her, shooting little looks over their shoulders at me, but I don't look at them , I just stare up at the six foot five jackass in front of me. God, fuck him and his dark ink black hair and long lashes, fuck those damn eyes too. Why did those dark brown, almost black looking eyes do the things they did to me? 

Atticus Hawthorne is the most attractive man I've ever laid eyes on, but also a complete fucking asshole. Of course, right? We broke up three months ago, and had been dating for almost a year. We were the epitome of toxic. Both of us fucking stubborn and unwilling to compromise, both of us convinced that the other was cheating anytime they weren't around. I know that I wasn't , but I swear the motherfucker entertained girls that weren't me, while we dated, even though he denies it left and right and up and down. We fought constantly, and our only reprieve from it , was when we fucked. And my god, did we ever fuck. WE fucked like we hated each other, and probably because we did...we do. I've never had someone drive me so fucking crazy that I wanted to slap the shit out of them while also making crave them so much that I wish I could physically crawl inside of them and be a part of them. 

Good dick makes a girl fucking crazy, what can I say? 

"You must miss me , you haven't taken your eyes off me yet tonight." he says, so fucking cocky. I roll my eyes. 

"I miss you about as much as I'd miss a case of genital warts." I say.

"Genital warts hm? Dirty girl," He tsks and shakes his head. 

"Has someone been fucking your angry little hell holes with a dirty dick Magdalena?" he asks, and  my nose flares as I glare at him, and I fight the fucking twitch my mouth wants to make. Because, I had to give it to him, calling my pussy and ass, hell holes, was amusing, and it infuriated me even more that I wanted to laugh. 

"Jealous?" I ask cocking my head and then lifting my cup. 

"Of what Little Satan? The fact your wart covered pussy is hopping from dick to dick? Nah. I'm good." he says too loudly, people looking and brown lifting and people blinking wondering if they heard right. 

"You are SUCH a fucking dick." I hiss at him and shove him at the chest, to push him out of my way. WE're a fucking open area, I could turn around, move around him or walk left or right, but no, I need to fucking shove him, because I'm mature. Clearly. 

We're at a cemetary, because that's what we do around here. My group of friends at least. We party in the ancient cemetary that nobody even comes to , other than us. Because all of the headstones are old as fuck, and anyone who knew these people has a grave of their own by now. Speaking of gravestones, of course I have to fucking trip on a small one that's right behind him, dropping my bear, and prompting the big asshole to do something fucking decent like catch me before I face planted and embarrassed myself. 

"Drunk on my good looks Magdalena?" he asks, already pulling me up against him, his arm wrapped around my waist.

"Get off me" I growl and push him again and he laughs , but he grabs me tighter, pulling me closer.

"I said ...get....off" I huff and glare up at him. 

"Oh I will get off...inside of you." he smirks and snarl with disgust, even though my pussy perks up at the mention of him inside me, and the flood gates begin to crash open. 

"Have a hankering for a case of genital warts?" I ask and he laughs, his head going back and then he looks at me. 

"Guess I do" he says and then starts to walk forward, making me step back, his arm still around me. 

"I'm not fucking you." I say. 

"That's fine, you can just lay there like you always did, I'll do the fucking." he says and I growl and shove against him and he laughs. 

"Screw you! I did not LAY there!" I yell and he keeps laughing and pushing me backward as he walks. 

"I'd get more participation from a corpse." he says and my jaw ticks.

"Then maybe you should fuck a corpse Atticus." I snarl , as he pushes us through the cemetary, further away from the gathering of our friends. 

"Nah, I like my pussy warm." he says and I keep stepping backward, Atticus taking us further and further away from the group. 

"Then get a microwave." I hiss and he smirks and I gasp as I'm jerked to the side, pulled around a large tree and backed up against the large trunk , with Atticus pressing hard against me, his dick hard as fuck against my stomach and my breath hitches. 

"Lift your skirt and drop your panties Magdalena" he grins and licks his lips. 

When I just glare at him, his hands grab my skirt and I let out a little yelp as he flips it up, and grabs ahold of my black panties and yanks them right down while dropping to the ground on his knees.

"what are you- fuck" I cry as he pushes his mouth to my cunt, his lips brushing the trimmed triange patch of black pubic hair. 

"fuck you smell so good" he growls. 

"Atticus" I whimper, as he grabs my ankle, lifting my boot off the ground to remove my panties from one foot and then he throws my leg over his shoulder and puts his mouth to my pussy.

"Shit" I hiss, my fingers immediately going to his messy black touseled hair, sinking in, clenching and grabbing hold as I buck my hips forward, my head pushing back against the tree.

"fuck, fuck , yes, yes" I moan, my eyes rolling as Atticus licks my clit, his mouth groaning against me as he mutters things I cant even hear to himself. His tongue reaching down, to where im the most wet, lapping up my arousal as I hiss through my teeth and grind on his mouth , hands still pulling his mouth against me.

"lick my fucking pussy Atticus, fuck, lick me baby" I cry softly, panting as he growls into my cunt and with his face being commanded by my hands , his own hands are undoing his belt and I whimper, because the second this man takes his dick out of his pants, I know i'm going to be on it. 

"fuck" he snarls, his cock out in his hand, stroking it as he backs up and then grabs my hand and pulls me to the ground and pushes me onto my back, my legs falling apart as he grins down at me, and leans over, hovering on one hand, the other lining him up, his thick cock pressed against my bare cunt. 

"you trimmed it all up nice and pretty, just for me, didnt you?" he smirks. 

"no" I pant , my hips pitching upward.

"dont fuckin lie to me Little Satan" he growls. "You knew I'd be here tonight....and you got your hot fucking cunt ready for me, didnt you? Made it all pretty and pristine, just the way I fuckin like it" he grunts and teases me with his dick. 

"fuck me" I whine, reaching down, grabbing his dick and he groans as I stroke him hard, my grip alot firmer than I'd stroke any other mans dick, because I knew what Atticus liked. We'd fucking trained each other , and learned each other through all of our hate fucking. There were any buttons that we didnt know how to press, no fucking sexual stone unturned in the bedroom when we were together. 

"Desperate little devil bitch" he smirks and I grit my teeth. 

"You're the one that had to fall on your knees just to fucking get a taste of me. So WHO is the desperate one Atticus?" I ask gripping him hard and he groans, his hips moving, fucking my hand as I grin up at him. 

"And you somehow taste even fucking better than before" he growls and I bite my lip. A small compliment, so I fucking cave, and give him the answer he wants, the truth. 

"of course i made it pretty for you, now shut up and fuck me"