Page 66 of Massacre Monday
I lean over to grab her by the waist and hoist her onto my lap, balancing her tiny body on a thigh and reveling in the way she squirms but doesn’t pull away. As I dip my fork into her dinner and feed her a bite, her pretty cheeks turn salmon. Pressing my lips to her shoulder, I ask, “But I’m going to take it soon. Claim it, coat it with my cum, and hope you get filled with my child.”My cock surges in my trousers against her ass, just thinking about it.
“I’m not sure about, uh, anal stuff,” she says hesitantly.
“Yeah, I’m going to fuck that, too. Sometime.”
“And I don’t want to be tied up completely.”
“Okay, only your wrists and ankles. Got it.”
She flips around and slaps my bare chest. “Ryan! You said you wanted to know my boundaries, and I’m giving them to you. If you can’t respect them, why even ask?”
“So I know how much I’m going to break you…” Kissing up the column of her neck, I reach her ear and whisper, “And how much you’re going to love it when I do.”
She’s letting me in—bit by bit, like she wants me to earn it. I’m not sure she even knows she’s doing it.
The skin along her exposed back erupts with goosebumps as I continue to press my lips against every bare inch of her. My fingers work her zipper down slowly in the back, then tug her dress off to unleash her bosom in the front. “Let me fuck those tits.”
A heavy exhale works its way out of her mouth as I set her between my legs, helping her out of her gown. Blush nipples peak in the air, and when I stand up behind her, my dick throbs on her back at the sight. My fingers edge up to them, tugging on each and twisting it lightly, then harder until she cries out.
Now feeling the urge to eat my dessert, I gather her into my arms and swing her naked body toward the bed. When I throw her onto it, she bounces on the mattress, my laptop next to my pillow, jumping to attention as she does. Before she can stop me, I grip her under the knees and tug her to the end, where I kneel between her legs.
She slaps her palms over her pussy, but I nudge them away with my chin while spreading her wide for me. “Move these. Let me eat this cunt.”
With a hesitant hum, she leans on her elbows and removes her hands slowly as I gaze into those whiskey eyes, stick out the tip of my tongue, and taste her.
“Fuck…” She breathes out the word like a prayer.
“I’m going to worship you before I baptize your face in my cum.”
Chocolate eyebrows stitch together as she gives me a dirty look, but I just smirk and take another lick up her slit as she sighs again. I suck on her clit, pulsing my wet tongue around and around, and her head drops back to the bed. Her soaked cunt writhes against my mouth, legs crooking over my back. When I dance a finger around her entrance, then push in farther, her thighs clamp down on my ears until I can’t hear anything, but can still feel the vibrations of her seductive moans.
My dick throbs in my pants, and I slowly release myself from the confines of the tented fabric. A firm stroke helps relieve the pressure building there as she humps my face with reckless abandon. Pen’s flavor is musky, tart, and sweet all at once, her own unique essence of beingmine.
It’s not long before she rises off the bed and clings to the back of my head, her nails digging into my neck while riding me like her own personal toy. I fucking love it. My teeth grip her clit and pull it in my mouth, then I flick on the sensitive tissue until she comes undone with a scream, shaking and convulsing around my thick finger and lips.
Unable to take another moment of being apart from her body, I stand and rip off my trousers and boxer briefs, then my shirt, and straddle her chest, a thigh on either side of her plump breasts. I spit in my palm, then rub it into my cock before slotting myself between her cleavage. “Hold your tits for me, pink cheeks.”
She pushes them together, and the sensation is like a warm embrace around my pulsing length that’s throbbing with need.My fingers lazily brush back some of the hair from her forehead as I swivel my hips through her curves toward her parted lips. “Open that mouth for me. Look down… See if you can taste me.”
It’s obvious she’s never seen something like this, but I love teaching her, watching her eyes get big as she does what she’s told. With urgency, I settle into a rhythm and fuck her tits. Each shove up is greeted with the tip of her wet tongue dabbling around the head of my cock. “Fuck, baby. That feels so good. Keep doing that.”
She opens wider, and I plunge over the edge, wanting to cover her tits, her nipples, her lips, her face with every bit of me. When the tingle in my lower back surges, I curse, then lean over, a choked cough sputtering from my lungs as cum spews from the tip.
As I do, I knock into my open laptop, stirring it awake. Pippi turns her head just as I coat her chin, gasping at the footage on the screen. Her pupils constrict. Her mouth tightens. And just like that, her expression of bliss cools to something guarded. The wall is back up between us.
“Wait, wait,” I say through a groan, at the look of curiosity and horror transforming her face. I’m still erupting. Still spurting my release onto her skin, painting myself all over her, but she sits up and shoves me away.
“What the fuck is this, Ryan?”
“Just… I can explain,” I rush out, standing at the edge of the mattress, my brain humming from the orgasm still wracking through my body.
She scrambles up from the bed, then bends to grab a T-shirt from my floor and swipes at her doused skin. “Why is my room on there? Fromtwo fucking angles? Wha-what is that? Is that mylocation?”
Her finger shakes as she points at it.
Hurrying in front of her, I slam the lid closed, then snag her shoulders in both my palms. “I needed to watch you to make sure?—”
“Oh my god.” She hustles over to her dress and slips it on as I pull up my pants and reach for her again, but she dodges with a flinch, then whirls to face me, taking a fighting stance. “I thought I wasfreewith you. I’m an idiot. A fool…” she says, voice crackling with fury. Her eyes burn—wet and livid.
