Page 55 of Monster

She wrapped her arms around me and clung tight as her head bobbed at the command of my hand. I looked down and saw her face reddening with her efforts and it called to something inside of me. The way her tongue swirled around my dick. The way her hands eagerly gripped me, unwilling to let me go. The way her spit dripped down my balls and the way her cheeks hollowed out with their strenuous sucking.

God damn it, the woman was a treasure.

“Mmmmm, so good,” she mumbled.

I hissed at the vibrations of her voice. “That’s it. Suck that cock, Char.”

“Oh, god,” she murmured.

I grunted. “Didn’t that mother of yours tell you to not speak with your mouth full?”

She drew in a breath and I slammed my cock to the back of her throat. I felt her squirming and wiggling, trying to catch her breath as her throat pulsed around my dick. I held her head there as her hands pressed against my thighs. Her nails curled against my muscles as my thighs began to quake, with my toes curling in my shoes.

“Shit, shit, shit. That’s it. Holy fuck, Char. Oh, yeah.”

It shocked me, that this woman was so eager to please me. After all, I had jagged edges. I had dangerous desires. My life was as dark as the burdens that followed me, but that didn’t seem to distract Miss Pettigrew at all. She was a confusing woman. One I simply couldn’t figure out.

And until I did, I’d never let her go.

“Yes. Yes. So close. Just like that, Char. Don’t stop. Fuck!”

She whimpered around my pulsating cock as my balls pulled up into my body. Spurts of hot arousal shot from the tip of my dick as she opened her throat, accepting my offer without a second thought. I held her head down against my cock. I felt her swallowing as my legs began to quiver. With my toes twisted up and my thighs trembling with a need for collapse, I slid her mouth off my cock with a resounding pop.

And listened to her lovely panting as the room tilted around me.

“Good enough for you?” she asked cheekily.

I gnashed my teeth together as I ripped her up from the bed, watching her wide eyes stare deeply into mine. Her cheeks were flushed red and her forehead had perspiration beads on it. I released her hair and wiped my knuckles along her skin softly, brushing the hard work off her skin. I let my hand linger against her cheek, stroking her flushed face as I reveled in its softness.

“Who in the world are you?” Miss Pettigrew whispered.

I placed a soft kiss against her forehead. “Your worst nightmare, come to life.”

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